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Sunset colored leaves crunch by every step Victor made. The sun is already descending from its peak while the fallen leaves dance with the wind's rhythm.
'Arf arf'
A small laugh escapes Victor's mouth when he turns to greet his lovely companion Wick who's already running towards him, trying to make his way to give him kisses. "Such a good boy, have you already delivered your mail today?"
Wick barks to him as if he is replying to Victor's question. He gave Wick a few pats and rubs before tidying himself up and standing up straight. "Let's go home Wick'' as if on cue Wick wags his tail and runs to the direction of their house. Victor smiled and followed his companion thinking that another day of delivering letters and secrets has completed and tomorrow more letters shall be delivered and more secrets will be known.
Once he arrived at his house he twisted the doorknob and Wick excitedly zoomed inside the house making Victor slightly stumble. He shook his head and let out a small smile. 'I guess Wick still has a full energy even after delivering all day'
Victor walks towards the kitchen and starts to make their supper. Humming to the tune of a once soothing lullaby he opened the stove and put the pan on top. He waited for the pan to heat up before putting the oil and then putting the sausages that he had bought from the market.
While waiting for the sausages to cook he grabbed the potatoes, washed them then put it in boiling water to make them softer. He then ran towards the pan and flipped the sausages to cook them equally. Once it's cooked he goes to the soft potatoes, cools them off, skin them and then mash them.
Wick ran to the kitchen once he had smelled the sausages cooking. He is not a big fan of mash potatoes however he would go crazy for sausages. Victor finishes making their supper and starts to put his plate and Wicks food bowl on the table. Since there are only two of them living in the house, Victor thought that Wick eating with him on the table is fine since it's quite lonely to be eating alone.
Once he had set up the table, Wick jumps towards his chair and starts to gobble up his supper; on the other hand Victor quietly watches Wick with a small smile plastered on his face. Their supper might be normal, nor exceptionally delicious but for Victor this supper is perfect.
Victor starts to eat his supper and when he finishes he quickly cleans up after him and Wick. He makes sure Wick is already tuck up in bed before walking towards his room and starts doing his nightly routine.
Sometimes when Wick is not around or is asleep the whole house starts to get quiet where the level of it is deafening. The house is quite far from the neighbors while there are no animals or carriages that come by to create noise. Sometimes Victor finds himself humming to an old song or staring at the wall during the night whenever he can't sleep or when he is bored.
Once Victor had already finished his routine he climbed his bed and tucked himself in waiting for the darkness to engulf him and bring him to the land of dreams. Minutes became hours, Victor was still waiting, however to no avail he could only hear ringing in his ear while trying to close his eyes shut. The darkness that can lead him to dreams seems to not want to visit him tonight.
Frustrated, he sat up and then messed up his hair. He couldn't sleep. He is not too tired to sleep nor too energetic to do something. He sighs before standing up and starts to walk to his desk that is near to the small window. He sat and starts to open a few drawers hoping that something might interest him or help him fall asleep. However to his regret the drawers only consist of blank parchment, papers, inks, pens and envelopes.
'This is kind of depressing. The moon is already high and I still can't go to sleep. Well atleast Wick is already having good dreams. That makes one of us then.' Victor glanced at the small window near him where he could see the moonlight gleaming brightly at the night sky. While staring at the sky, an airship suddenly appear between the clouds.
'Traveling under the moonlight while leveling with the clouds is quite interesting. I wonder if there are letters that hold secrets traveling with them, flying through the clouds just to reach their destination.'
Victor laid his head down on the table full of parchments and paper.
'Letters flying…'
As if a light bulb flickered on top of his head he suddenly sat straight and rummaged through his desk.
'Paper airplane letters! If I create a letter and fold it into a paper airplane will it reach someone someday?'
He took out a piece of blank paper and grabbed his pen and ink.
"Dear Someone,
Good evening or Good day, I wrote this letter because I'm quite bored and the darkness has yet to visit me. How about you? Has the darkness visited you yet?
If you have found and gotten this letter, will you reply to me by writing a letter and folding it into a paper airplane? If the winds wish it I might receive your reply.
Sincerely,
Victor"
His lips curved before folding the letter into a paper airplane and walked near the small window. He readied himself to throw the airplane before taking a deep breath and releasing it to the sky.
The paper airplane traveled through chimneys to chimneys. The wind blew and blew making the paper airplane travel far above the cities. Horse Carriages clip clops while people gossips on the alleyways. Numerous lights shone through the night. The nightlife sure is livelier.
The paper airplane flew and flew till the wind decreased. It starts to descend until it makes its way to a small windowsill of a dark room. The room was dreary and gloomy. It's dark and the wallpaper seems to come off. Sounds of water dripping from the ceiling while moss and mold loom over the corners of the walls. The paper airplane landed on top of a table full of liquids and tools.
Cracks from the floorboard echoed throughout the room as a man with gray hair tied in a slick ponytail walks up to the table. He starts to put away a few tools and dispose of some liquids. While doing so he stumbled upon the paper airplane. Curious, the man picked it up and unfolded it revealing the letter.
He tilts his head before reading the letter and scoffs once he has finished it. A letter from a stranger who seems to be getting in trouble falling asleep. 'People have too much on their hands and yet believing in some deceiving fantasies is quite unprofessional.' He folded the letter neatly before putting it into his pocket and continued his cleaning. He did not understand the letter, if you are bored then find something that entertains you, if you can't sleep then just close your eyes and sleep. It's that simple.
Once he finishes cleaning he walks out the room and walks through the hallways where he reaches another room. This room is much cleaner than the first. A bed, a closet, a table and another door that leads to the bathroom. Everything is simple and sophisticated. If another person looks at this room they might think that this is a room for a hotel. There are no special designs nor unique stuff in the room since the man who is using it thinks it is necessary to add stuff that he does not need.
The man removed his gloves and facemask and disposed of it in the trash can. After that he starts to do his nightly routine. The moon is already at its peak however the city is still bustling with noise. Once the man has already finished, he walks up to his dirty clothes and reaches out to one of his pockets. He then grabs the paper airplane and puts it on the table before walking towards his bed and tucking himself in.
'I'll reply to them tomorrow night.'