Dear Monsieur B,
I sincerely hope you're aware that it took me a lot of surmounting to write this letter to you.
I am an adult, after all!
But I just don't know who to talk to, if it's not you.
The thing is... I had a boyfriend.
Had.
I made a horrible mistake, which is why we broke up.
It has been ten years, and I'm still not able to talk to him.
But I want to talk to him!
And even more: I want to breath his scent, want to touch him, want to kiss him...
Damn, it's embarrassing to write this.
But I don't know what to do!
That's why I send this letter to you, like a heartbroken teenager.
Please, just tell me what I have to do to get him back!
-R
Francis' eyes flew over the nicely written letters.
This was new; an adult who actually wrote to him. He was used to read the writings of teens who were in love with their best friend's boyfriend or who were lovesick.
Not that he would complain about it: It was his job after all; at this lousy Swiss radio-station: To read letters and answer them later in the show.
With his blue eyes still glued to the letter, he began taking notes for his later moderation.
"This is going to be interesting...", he whispered.
"So Micky, don't forget: The way is the goal!"
Roderich rolled his eyes. Why was he even doing this? Was he really stupid enough to believe that a completely stranger could help him? How old was he? 14?
"And now, finally, I'll answer a letter I was looking for the whole time!"
Monsieur B snickered. Roderich's forefinger already rested on the Off-button of his radio. This was ridiculous!
"The letter of a certain Mrs R, who was unfortunately not kind enough to give me her full name! Because her story is really interesting!"
The Austrian froze. "Misses?", he repeated. Oh, no, the moderator didn't really thought...
"She asked me how to get back her love from ten years ago. Yes, you heard correctly: Ten years! Really makes you wonder how old the lady is, no?"
Roderich's confusion died away when he realized that he didn't mention he was male, or did he?
With mentioning his boyfriend, it was no wonder he was thought of as a woman! "Scheiße...", he whispered.
"Anyways, this is a pretty hard question: It's a different matter whether you broke up ten days or ten years ago! It's not something you can just make up for with one word! Also, the information i got was very vague: So, R, and I hope you're listening right now, please write me more about you and your ex-boyfriend."
He paused for a moment.
"Don't worry", he continued. "I won't read it all aloud. But I really want to help you, okay?"
Roderich quickly pushed the off-button and let the words sink in for a moment. Then he buried his face in his pale hands.
Now, this was just great: It was awkward enough to even write this letter, and now he should tell this stranger even more information about him?
"Forget it", he whispered hoarsely. "I can handle my stuff myself."
Unimportant author's note:
(Damn, this is so short...)
This is my first fanfic ever, so it's probably in need of improvement.
Also, English is not my native tongue, so I can't help but to make mistakes.
I'm sorry.
If you spot an error, please tell me. :)