The Letter 'F'

His timinig is all too per[f]ect.
In [f]act, it's sickening.
The way it only could be in a night-induced [f]antasy.

"Disowning me, sister?" Will Clark yells with absolute pirattitude. "My vengeance shall be swi[f]t and un[f]orgiving!"

They pretend to [f]ence.
He loses.

His voice still makes me tremble, despite it all.
Believe me, sir or madam, there's a reason we've not been in contact since graduation.

"Hey there, Kiddo," he says, kissing my cheek. "You're looking brilliant."

"Villain!" Emmy shrieks. "Criminal!"
I am physically unable to lie.

"You too, Commodore."

"Could I intrigue you, milady, into a stroll around the lake? There's much catching up to be done." He takes my hand, assumptuous, as be[f]ore. I nearly let him drag me away...

"No, brother William: the girl stays with me. She's given hersel[f] to my service [f]or the day and I say she remains, listening, as she begged, to that green gentleman." Emmy gestures towards the dais, Neil upon it.

Will [f]rowned, a child of twenty.

In Reality, our meetings were [f]ew and [f]ar between.
In [F]antasy, he was ever-present.

But o[f] all dreams, why did it have to be this one?

I should have known:

I've never met Emily Clark without William.
And I've never met Emmy Cicierega at all.