Dear Anonymous
Dear Anonymous,
Hi. Let me first start off by saying: no, this is not a love confession. This is not a thing of importance, really. I just need someone to talk to. Even though I suppose that's not really accurate, since I probably won't be hearing back from you... (?) I guess eventually (after you've found out a few things about me) you can meet me, or send me letters or something. Unless you already know me. It could be like a game. I like games... But mainly, I need to let feelings out. I know this is selfish, but I don't really have any one I can talk to about things. I don't really have any good friends, and my guardian rarely to never comes home. (My dad died when I was little.) Though, even if he was home, it's not like I'd tell him anything...
Well, I guess that's enough for today. Cya.
Sincerely,
Someone New.
As the man scanned over the letter that someone had left on the counter earlier that day while he wasn't paying attention, he frowned. He didn't want anyone in his life. Didn't need anyone. Then again, he had to admit he was kind of curious. He was looking forward to the next letter. He looked around with an emotionless stare, then fixed his eyes on a smaller looking... something that just walked in. Setting the letter down, he forced a smile, and looked at the... boy – he was pretty sure – that was in front of him. "Can I get you something?" He asked. The boy stepped forward, and pulled down his scarf a bit.
"Erm, yes... I'd like a caramel coffee, please. And two Apple Fritters." He smiled, and waited for his order, then paid. That's normally how it was between that man and his customers...
But he felt something familiar about that boy...
Dear Anonymous Prologue – end.
Author's note: Hi there. So, I guess you kinda get the gist of what's going on. If not, just... ask me?
This is for a good friend of mine. She knows who she is. Let's call her Lavi.
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-ChalkyWhite`