Disclaimer: Saying I own W.I.T.C.H is like saying I own the White House. I can say it till I'm blue in the face, it won't make it any truer.

AN: This is another story attached to Sokai's Royal Guardian fic. She said she was tempted to challenge me to write another piece related to it and here is the result. (Note the word is TEMPTED.)

Dear Will,

If you're reading this letter, then it can mean one of three possible things. 1) I'm dead. Hopefully this will be because of old age, but I'm not placing any bets on that. 2) I'm trapped/ have travelled so far away that this isn't important. (If I am trapped somewhere, I'd appreciate being rescued. Please.) 3) You've found this by some freak accident, in which case, put it back where you found it.

Still here? Oh well, hopefully then you have read the above instructions and have followed them. (Or in the event of my death are still grieving so much that you won't decide to hate me too much.) Right, I need to write to you about Caleb. As in, the boy you happen to love. Yes him. Of all the guys you have to fall for, it HAS to be the one boy you CAN'T have. If there's such a thing as fate, he or she clearly has a twisted sense of humour. If I go to heaven, God and I are going to have words.

Anyway, onto the subject of Caleb. The guy is dating one of your best friends. More accurately, he is dating a fellow Guardian. If the first sentence isn't reason enough to try and back off (and it is the reason you're not chasing him, you're not a b#$$%, you're a GOOD person.), the second one certainly is. ESPECIALLY this Guardian. Seriously, Cornelia's positively scary when she gets mad. (I'll have to ask Irma how she gets away with it, one of these days.)

The next reason to move on is probably a lot harder to hear. Caleb sees you (and the other girls, Cornelia excluded.) as the sisters he never had. (Or needed ;D. I know the feeling ;D) Honestly, I think he might find it a bit…wrong to date someone he sees as a sister. (I've never been in that position, so I wouldn't know for certain. Call it an educated guess. And yes, I KNOW you're the sister I never had, but when we started dating, I hadn't seen you that way.)

Thirdly, and despite what I said when we broke up, you are a beautiful girl in EVERY respect and could probably pull over half of the young male population of Heatherfield. And probably some of the older ones too. (Urgh, now I'm going to have to BLEACH my brain of the images my mind just came up with.)

From the moment when you first 'hit' on me (Remember Mr Huggles the dormouse?) I've been able to see that and so do others. (At Eddie's party, right before you bailed, Joel said he was going to ask you to dance. Mandy wondered why I wasn't still dating you. No I didn't reveal your crush.) So your Guardian form exaggerated a bit, so what? You're still a damn good-looking girl. So find someone who you can love and loves you back. Please?

And yes, GENUINELY LOVE, not what you and I had. (I said a fair few harsh words when I broke up with you. Sorry about that, I was hurting pretty bad about it.) It was good while it lasted, but it really broke my heart when it finished. And I wouldn't want to put someone else through that. (Well, maybe that b#$$ Mary. That girl is a fate worse than death. Here's hoping that I never have to find out.)

Incidentally, what is it with everyone assuming that we're getting back together? I know we're close and everything (and there's always a little part of my heart you'll always have.) but that doesn't mean we're about to get back together.

Funny, you're never going to read this letter (dear God no. Unlike you, I stick to unsent letters. Diary's are not my thing.)

Yours cordially

Matt Olsen.

Matt read the letter he had written several times, checking it over for spelling and punctuation. Satisfied with what he saw, he popped the letter into an envelope titled 'for Will' and slipped it into a private drawer in his room.