December 2, 1976

Dear Gray,

I miss you. We haven't spoken since I yelled at you outside the castle walls, and honestly, I really miss talking to you. You have become one of my most trusted friends. I hate not being able to tell you things I can't tell anyone else.

We both said things that we didn't mean. At least, I didn't mean any of what I said to you.

I care about you, Gray. I care about you a lot more than I should, but I can't find it in myself to stop. I know you care about me too.

Can we please please please be friends again?

Berry