yes! It's yet another story! It truly came to me in a dream! it's short though! hope you enjoy!
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Yassen sat in the tiny cubicle staring at the safety deposit box in front of him. He slowly took in a breath and reached out with shaking fingers to the key in his pocket; he inserted it and twisted and held his breathe. Inside was a single piece of paper. For a second, he thought back to how it had gotten there.
It came in a large envelope covered with at least fourteen years worth of stamps. Inside was only a key and a tiny slip of paper with an address and number in tiny neat handwriting. It bore no name but he knew the handwriting well. The address was in France at a local bank. He gave the number and the key and he was led into a small room were he was given a small box.
Yassen sighed yet again and carefully grabbed the piece of paper that was covered in the same neat handwriting with his name on it. For a second, he forgot to breathe, and instead he read the letter, then again, and yet again.
Dear Yassen,
If you are reading this then it means I am dead. Do not let this trouble you, for you have more troubling matters at the moment. You are the true father of my son.
The note wasn't signed he just knew, he just knew…
REVIEW!!! I'm sick so I have a small break from school so that I can update! Sorry it's soooooooooooo short!