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Nico,

Mon petit, I am extremely sad to hear your head is full of Importance, and I'm sure if I knew how I would most certainly make you laugh. I think you must forget about the vampires for a few moments and enjoy your raspberries. (I am very jealous, by the way. I do love raspberries.)

I apologize, mon petit, I am rather bad at letters. I drank from a boy the other day. He saw my face. Part of me worries he will tell someone, but the rest of me knows he will not. I think he enjoyed it too much. Is that odd, mon petit? For someone to enjoy being bitten by a vampire?

I can barely remember what it used to be like when I was not one. My memories slip away a little each time I am awake. Just like a dream. What if we never fix this, mon petit? What if I am a monster forever? Would you still like me?

I apologize again. Such thoughts are not for letters, as you say. Forgive me, mon petit. I just have a lot of time to think, and no one to tell my thoughts to. Is Pierian Springs still beautiful? Or has the summer turned it brown? Also, I hear that you sat in a kissing booth at the Carnival and gave out kisses. This hurts me, mon petit. You know how much I would love that.

-Daphne