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EVALINE
"So you posted the letter ? Mom why didn’t you ask me first ? " I am so mad at her . But its not her fault but I am mad at myself and her . " I tried to wake you but you didn’t budge . Why are you getting so fired up ? Didn’t you write the letter so that it could be sent to the person ? "
" Not every letter that is written is for being sent to the other person . Sometimes its just for ourselves ." I say with a sigh . This could be a mistake or the author might just never receive it . They might ignore it thinking its just another fan mail . But what if ? I shake my head to get the wandering thoughts out .
I try to go through the rest of day as normal as possible . But my mind goes back to the letter that is maybe is travelling to reach the author .
Nikki is also trying her best to cheer me up but my whole day is down bad . Its not that big of a problem but my gut feeling is telling me something will happen.
Not even choclate ice cream and waffles make me happy . Not even listening to music . As the sun starts to set I feel a little better . I stop overthinking about the possibilities . Its still there that uncomfortable feeling but its not that overwhelming as it was before.
" ...and then he said that it was because I am such a sucker for fictional men . How dare he ? Atleast they are better than men in real life . Atleats fictional men don't break hearts everyday ." as she keeps rambling about this and that , my attention is suddenly grabbed by the background song playing at the cafe we are at .
𝑇ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑌𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑏𝑦 𝐶ℎ𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑎 𝑃𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑖 is playing and its as beautiful as it was the first time I heard it ." Eva ? This is your song isn’t it ? " Nikki always knows me the best . " Yeah . Whenever I hear the song it makes me feel like I am in love . " My body sways to the music , murmuring the lyrics and with eyes closed . As the song comes to an end the feeling it gives me still lasts .
" The night is beautiful. Are you gonna tell me whats wrong . I have been controlling myself to not seem clingy and stuff but the way you were today really made me worry . Is everything alright ? " Nikki asks me . I stop walking and look at her " Well ... something did happen ..." we continued walking as I told her what happened .
" So your mom posted the letter . So what ? The most extreme case that can happen is the author reading the letter. It's fine . Everything happens for a reason . Don't fret over something that has already happened . You will only waste time and energy . "
Her words gave me some sort of comfort . A comfort I needed all day . I hug her as I let out a relaxed breath . " What will I do without you ? "
" You'll probably talk to the wall and pretend its me ." She gives me a smug look ."
"Overconfidence is deadly Miss Nikki ."
She just shrugs and says " Then I am the master of death ."
" Excuse me !? Then what am I ? "
" My pupil ... almost like my servant . Bow before me , peasant ."
I kick her shin and walk faster " Peasant my foot ."
It is finally the weekend and its time to party , or so I thought but unfortunately I have a test on monday . But in my hand is another novel , one I have read a million times before 𝑃.𝑠 𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑦 𝐶𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑎 𝐴ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑛 . The test long forgotten as I indulge myself in the world of Holly and Gerry , once again .
I was getting to the most rewarding part of the book , my favorite part when Mom yells for me to come downstairs. " What is it Mom ? " I ask feeling a little irritated that she runined my reading . " You got a letter ." She says so calmly .
" A letter ? What do you mean ? " my heart is beating so loudly I bet it will cause an earthqauke . " I don't know it is adressed to you . Just read it . Maybe its a reply to that letter I accidentally posted . " she gives me proud look .
" Yeah right like an author would give reply to a fanmail ? Personally? Its impossible. " I scoff in disbelief. Deep down that uncomfortable feeling is back. " Take it before I burn it , you brat . " Okay that is my cue to leave . I take the letter from her hand and walk towards my room . Tristian Blackwood? Do I know anyone by that name ?
Its adressed to me so I'll read it .
𝑯𝒆𝒚 𝑬𝒗𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆,
𝑶𝒌𝒂𝒚, 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒍𝒍—𝒘𝒐𝒘. 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒆? 𝑨𝒃𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆, 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒃𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏… 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝑰 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒛𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈.
𝑰’𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝑰 𝑭𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑯𝒐𝒑𝒆.
𝒀𝒆𝒑. 𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘. 𝑻𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄 𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒕. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒑𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒖𝒕, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒃𝒐𝒙 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒕𝒐𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏’𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 (𝒚𝒆𝒕).
𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒚? 𝑰’𝒎 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒑 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆. 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍. 𝑹𝒂𝒘, 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒕, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔
𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅.
𝒀𝒐𝒖’𝒗𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔—𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒓𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔
𝑺𝒐, 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒊𝒕. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒇 𝒏𝒐𝒕? 𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒍, 𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒂 𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒎 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒚.
𝑻𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕—𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒕.
𝑪𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒓𝒔,
𝑻𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒘𝒐𝒐𝒅
𝑷.𝑺. 𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒍𝒚. 𝑰’𝒎 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒈𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒏𝒐𝒘. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒐𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓.
SHIT . Alright I messed up . I have no excuses, none . I don't know what was wrong with me that I just accepted that adress from the internet would be true . I should have looked into it better . My cheeks burn in embarrassment . He seems sweet like he wasn't rude in the letter , I should be happy that he is giving the book a read . I want to dig a hole and bury myself alive .
Wait a minute he doesn't know me . I don't know him . So why am I so embarrassed? It's nothing . Atleast he didn't think of me as a crazy fan or anything . Or did he? I lie down on the bed and let out a nervous laugh and then kick my feet and bury my face into the pillow .
" Eva ? You stupid asshole . What the hell were you thinking ? " As usual Nikki is the one who I turn to when I do questionable work . " That it was a good idea ? Like people do send fanmails . " I try to talk for myself .
" Yes they do . Did you check on the official website of the author? "
" oh ? . Um ... maybe ?" To be honest I don't remember. I was half asleep when I wrote the letter but she doesn't need to know that .
" I knew it . You must have just sent it to the fiest address that popped up . On the bright side you have made yourself a penpal . A guy at that who seems to be a gentlemen ..atleast the way he writes . "
" Penpal ? I am not writing a letter back to him . "
" Bro ? Are you kidding me ? You are finally doing something different than sitting in your room and reading books and watching dramas . Maybe this could be wonderful and helpful experience? "
" But , this is studpid . What if he thinks bad of me ? Like I am an attention seeker ? "
" What the ... okay listen . You write a reply , apologising for your mistake and thanking him for replying to you and stuff . Then we will see if he interested in this penpal thingy . "
" Fine alright . You won't let me be ...so I'll go and write a letter . "