Dear Frankie

This is fan fiction writing based from the Drixonian Warriors series.  

Dear Frankie,

My therapist said that it might help to write to you, even though I have no way to get these to you.  It feels dumb and weird, but its supposed to help.  You've only been gone for three weeks and they are already calling off searches for you.  I thought your dad was going to punch one of the cops the other day because they told him that it was getting to a point where he might need to accept the fact that you are not going to be found.  He's been out there every day.  Going all of your favorite spots, checking for activity on your credit card, calling all of the hospitals in the entire state.  I don't think I've ever seen him like this.

We postponed the wedding until next year.  Robbie, bless his heart, had to remind me that it was coming up in a few weeks and that maybe it was a good idea to reschedule it in case you weren't back yet.  I completely forgot about it until the bridal shop called about your dress.  Every time I look in my closet and see it, I break into tears.  I miss you so much, Frank.  Please come home.

Love, Paris

Dear Frankie,

I can't believe its been almost six months since the last time I saw you.  I can't even remember the last thing we talked about.  I still talk to you.  I know you can't hear me, but sometimes at night, on the extra hard days, I come outside on my porch and just stare into the sky and talk to you.  I think that most people just assume you're dead, but I know you're not.  I can feel it in my bones.  I'm so scared for you, Frank.  One of the cops suggested that you just abandoned your life to start a new one.  And honestly, that might be the best case scenario, because that would mean you're just out there living your life, and not hurt somewhere as a prisoner.  I don't know what to think.  My heart aches for you every day and my life feels so empty without you.

You're dad isn't doing very good either.  He closed down the restaurant a few weeks ago and barely leaves his house.  I saw him the other day at the store, and he just looks so broken.  We all are.  You held us all together and now that you're gone, its like everything is so out of control.

I hope you come back soon.  I miss you.

Love, Paris

Dear Frankie,

Two years.  I can't believe that it's been two years since you disappeared.  I still think of you almost every day.  I wonder where you are and what you're doing.  I imagine you smiling.  You have the greatest smile.  Sometimes, I imagine you busting in the door with that huge smile.  You don't even know where I live anymore.  Me and Robbie moved after the wedding.  Robbie almost uninvited his mother when she tried to tell me that it was weird to still have you as my Maid of Honor.  It was nice seeing you there, even if it was just a picture.  I used the one that we took on the pier at Myrtle Beach the summer before you disappeared.  

Everyone is saying that I need to accept that you are gone.  I know you're not dead.  Frankie, I still feel you.  It doesn't make any sense, but I feel you inside of my heart.  Its why I keep talking to you.  I hope that where ever you are, you can feel me too.

Love, Paris

Dear Frankie,

I don't even know how to feel today.  Today was your funeral.  I refused to go to it because I know you're not dead.  But I think people need to just tell themselves that you are gone so that they can grieve or whatever.  Frank, sometimes I feel like I'm holding out hope for something that's never gonna come.  I keep telling myself that I know you're still alive, but my therapist suggested several times now that it might just be denial.  I don't know.  I don't know if I'll ever be able to admit it.  I can't even explain it to myself, let alone to them.

I had my ultrasound this week.  We're having a girl.  Francesca.  I know that if you were here, you'd make fun of me for being so damn cheesy.  But I always planned to name her after you, even before you went missing.

I still hope every day that you come home.  I miss you so much. 

Love, Paris

Dear Frankie,

Today was one of the hardest days since you left.  It's been seven years, and today is the day that you were legally declared dead.  Your dad took it pretty hard.  But me, Robbie and little Frankie went to visit him this afternoon.  It always cheers him up to see her.  He says that she is just like you were when you were little.  

I also saved the news of my pregnancy for today.  I knew it would hit him hard and that he could use something to make him smile.  It worked.  He's excited that Frankie is going to get a little brother.  I wish you were here to help me name him.  You were always so creative with that, and I feel like I cheated a little bit with Frankie.  She comes up with some of the wildest names for him, but the one I liked most was Cory.  Frankie and Cory.

Frank, I think this might be the last time I write to you.  I promise that I'll never forget you.  I will never stop missing you.  And I will love you until I take my last breath.

Love, Paris