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A Night Under the Palm Tree

YOUDONTKNOWTHiSWRiTER

Prologue

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Girl's POV

I stare at the beautiful and tall palm tree as its leaves slowly fall down and crash with the light from the pale moon and I sit down and the warmth of the tree trunk crept through my spine, the winter breeze sweeping through the strands of my hair. The was wind was powerful, but nonetheless, I stayed there, my eyes were too busy looking up the sky until it sat on a falling letter. I stretched out my hand and took it. As I opened it, I took a sight of neat and clear handwriting on the cherry blossom scented blue paper. The paper had cherry blossom petals that looked like they were falling down as a design. I read out loud,

"Dearest reader,

While I'm writing this down, know that I'm looking up at the sunset, as the clouds slowly turn yellow, sitting beneath a beautiful and tall palm tree.

Let me introduce myself as anonymous for I cannot bear to tell my name due to unexplainable reasons. First know that this man who is writing has auburn hair, golden brown eyes, fair skin, and a rather stoic face.

I write this letter for I'm afraid to express who I really am. What people see me as isn't really what I am inside, people expect so much from me, that all I ever did was to reach up to their expectations, I never got the chance to do what I wanted to do, I never told anybody what I truly feel, even the closest person to my heat never knew what it was like to be me…"

I stopped and raised my head up and looked up the sky as the stars blinks at me. I thought that whoever wrote this was very good with his words, like e was a host but this person was secretively lonely, like nobody really saw him for who he truly was though many people surrounded him. I looked back at the paper and continued,

"…If you have time after reading this, I pray that you will be able to write back to me and tell me about yourself. Let me be your reservoir, and let me have you as mine, too. Beneath the tree trunk, I have carved a hole which I had put this letter in, if you will be able to reply, I'm most gladly you place it there.

Hoping for your most consideration,

Anonymous."

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Boy's POV

It was almost night time as I sat beneath the palm tree. I looked at the tree trunk and got my pocket knife from my right pocket as I started to carve out a hole on the lowest part of the trunk. I kept my pocket knife and got my letter from my other pocket and placed it into the hole. I looked up at the sky and slightly smiled as I stood up and stretched out my arms.

"What could happen to my letter?" I quietly whispered as I started on my way back home.

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Prologue Ended.