Washington, D.C.
March 14, 1865

To my dear Kolina,

Even writing your name makes my hand shake with the most sincere pleasure of simply seeing your name written out by my hands. I know you've said to stop flattering you (to others, though, not me), but truly, one cannot help it when in your presence. I cannot stop myself from gazing upon you, even in the most inappropriate of situations. You've no idea of the depth of my feelings for you, Kolina. I wish to enlighten you.

From the moment I saw you, I knew that you were the only lady I'd ever look at again and really see. I've never been breathed sweeter air than the air you graced with your beauty and kindness. The respect others have for you is tangible- even those who claim to dislike you (the number is not large, I assure you, my dear Kolina) are awed by you. You bring something to the calm winds of Washington, D.C. that wasn't there before. You are a treasure.

I am not a poet, simply a musician when it comes to the arts. I would play for you all the songs I've ever learned on the piano, but I am afraid to approach you. That is why I am writing this letter. I never intended to send it. Unless, of course, someday... I won't allow myself to hope that you may return my feelings. I'm sure you've no time for me, a mere boy with a mop of dark hair, pale skin, and glasses, who also happens to be a year younger than you. I am not the only boy infatuated with you. Even the male teachers have their eyes on you. Of course, I cannot blame them.

We are learning poetry in my English class. It is the most dreaded topic to most, including I, but I've decided to put the skill of poetry to use to express my feelings for you. While some other men would be ashamed to write this kind of letter, I find that the words are flowing from my mind onto this paper very easily. I think this is because of you.

But here is my attempt at describing you with metaphors: You are the freedom that the United States of America declared almost eighty nine years ago. You are the flag that waves for new opportunities. You are the victory of the people on that October night. You are... everything, Kolina. I'm sorry for the awful metaphors. They do you no justice. And I'm sorry for making everything about history. It is the class I struggle in the most. But I've heard that you are so very intelligent when it comes to history. And please, my dear Kolina, do not think I am saying that you aren't intelligent when it comes to other subjects. I'm sure you are. I find it very much like fate for us to excel in something that the other does not. Destiny, if you believe in the concept. I do not, but if you do, I shall strive to believe in it, too.

It is a childish wish, a young boy's whimsy, but perhaps someday, we will be together. I do not know how it could possibly be so in reality, when in reality I am a young boy infatuated with an older woman (but only a year, mind you, so therefore I was born too late, because you could never be born too early). Only a year's difference, but in my mind, the months, weeks, and days are conspiring against us.

Kolina, how I wish I could be more deserving of your affections. Even your attention would suffice. But for now, I shall watch you from afar, trusting only my piano and I to create music that in another world could possibly match your beauty.

But there is no other world, so you shall always be the most beautiful. This is not a fault, for you have none that I can see.

Sincerely,
Quillan


Washington, D.C.
April 10, 1865

Kolina, mine forever to cherish,

Oh how you've made a blubbering fool of me today! You've reduced me to a mess of books, hair, and glasses with a simple smile! But that is not all, my dear Kolina. You asked to hear my music. You asked to walk with me after school. You asked if I wanted to see a play with you.

And yet, despite my nervousness and the obvious awkward environment your questions have induced around us, you remain calm and confident. Should we have already been together, I need not think too long about the "man" of the relationship. Of course, I do remember that you've acquired more years than me on this Earth, but... It is not time to think about this!
The most important thing about our encounter, my awkwardness included, is that you are interested in me. Interested in me! I can hardly believe it. If I looked in a mirror right now, my hair would be mussed from the number of times I ran my hand through it in sheer delight that you return the sentiments I've carried since you've arrived in Washington, D.C. I can hardly believe that you, my dear Kolina, are real.

Why do you believe so, Quillan? ~Kolina

If you excuse me, paper, I am going to follow my enchantress, for she has written on this and will be questioned (and kissed) thoroughly as to the reason why.

Best wishes,
Quillan


Washington, D.C.
April 15, 1865

To my beautiful, brave Kolina,

Why must you be so good? Why must you feel so much, and in return, make me feel twice the amount?
I've heard of this Aeternus Society before, but in hushed whispers. The very name makes me feel the beginnings of fear itself. But not you. Never you, my dear Kolina, you with your lion heart.

We had been late to the play. You and I were let in, and I remember looking to you over the rim of my glasses, your face blurry but still beautiful, cheeks rosy from rushing down the street towards the theater, with us hand-in-hand and laughing.
You saw something. I do not know what, or who, but you thought it was suspicious. I wanted to get to our seats as quickly as we possibly could, but you thought it necessary to follow your instinct and "see what was up." You told me to get to my seat and not to worry. You would join me in a few moments. I wanted to protest, and tell you to please just come with me, because I had a terrible feeling that what you were about to do wasn't safe, but I couldn't say no to you. And you probably would not have listened to me. You have a mind of your own, and you are strong enough for the both of us combined. I complied to your plea to sit and let you go.

I will forever regret letting you go, Kolina.

Over the few months I've known you, I knew you were the type to sacrifice yourself for someone else. I never thought that you'd save the president. Lincoln's honoring you, don't you know that, my dear? I so hope you know, and that I love you.

I will forever regret not telling you that I love you.

Goodbye, Kolina Graves.

Love,
Quillan


The next chapter will not be in letter form, and will take place in modern times. And if it seems highly unlikely that two underaged kids would be let into a play like that, well, Kolina has connections and was able to get in. And if it's highly unlikely that she stopped the assassination of Lincoln, it's supposed to be that way. You'll find out more as the story progresses. Thank you for reading, and please review!