Dear Lucille,
Your love is a flash of light at the edge of the cliff, and its brightness, though elusive and short lived, has the power to reveal the black sea below me.
Joe paused, smiling at his own dramatic words.
It was funny to him he could write like this. He put the pencil to the paper again.
Without your love to show me, how could I ever stop myself from taking that final leap into oblivion?
The words came easily and were so much bigger than he was. It was easy for him to write. Could he pursue this?
Tapping the pencil to his lip, Joe looked up again, and caught Dubois staring at his thighs. When Dubois realized he’d been caught, he quickly set his eyes on his book again. Amused, Joe stared at him for a while, waiting. But Dubois’s will was strong and he didn’t lift his eyes
