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Let me tell you the story of a boy. This boy married his lover, the devil himself. To say he had a temper was an understatement.
This boy had dreams and fantasies. He dreamed of romantic escapades and wanted nothing more than romance from his partner. His lover was very grumpy and was not that kind of person. But the boy was content.
Then one day, about three years ago, the boy received a bouquet of violets from an admirer. He took them happily. Then he noticed a card. There was a lovely poem written in it, and the boy didn't know what to do. He loved the poem and he was ecstatic about the flowers, but when he turned to see whom they were from, there was no signature. He was a bit disappointed, but he gladly took them in and put them in a vase.
The next week, the same thing happened: the bouquet of violets with another poem. The boy was happy and was beginning to fall in love with his admirer.
Over time the flowers and poems kept coming in, the poems more romantic than the last. The boy always wondered who they were from. He wanted to know who'd sent him the lovely flowers and the beautiful romantic poems that had him soaring with happiness. He was getting what he'd always wanted; romance.
The boy's lover never paid much mind to the violets. He'd come home and go straight to his room, or he'd glance at them and went to eat and all that. The boy didn't mind the lack of attention. His admirer had already won his affection.
He still loved his partner, but the person sending him the violets was succeeding in winning him over.
One day, he decided to write back to this stranger. He had a letter written for when the delivery guy came. He'd tell him to give it to the person who sent him the flowers. But when the guy came to give him the flowers, he noticed they were the most beautiful he'd received so far. That's when the guy told the boy that he'd been told this was the last time he'd be delivering.
Feeling extremely disappointed and sad, the boy crumpeled the letter in his hand and took the bouquet. He looked desperately for a letter or the usual card. Written in the card was the most romantic, beautiful, longest poem he'd ever read, and it brought him close to tears. Now he was completely in love with his admirer.
Then he noticed an envolope. A very lovely, pastel-yellow envolope. He quickly reached for it and opened it in a savage manner. It read:
My Boy,
I love you dearly. So much that it pains me. It also pains me that i can't reveal myself to you,
for I believe we'd be extremely happy together. This is the last you'll be receiving from me.
I also want you to always remember that I'm closer than you think.
I Love you, my Darling
The boy was close to tears once more. He was stuck between being the happiest he'd ever been and the most miserable.
That's right about when his partner walked in. He seemed a bit odd in a way, but the boy paid no mind. He was too busy thinking of his admirer.
"What's wrong Naruto?" Asked the Boy's lover worriedly.
"Nothing Sasuke..." That's when Naruto burst into tears and fell to the floor on his knees.
Sasuke ran to him and took him into the most caring embrace he could muster. He saw a letter in Naruto's hands.
Then he smiled. A bitter-sweet, all-knowing smile.
HE was the secret admirer.
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