November, 5, 11:05 pm.
Dear Hunter,
I have never written letters, but there's first time for everything, right? That's why I'm sitting now in front of this piece of paper and try my best writing. Sorry for my handwriting, I'm a little nervous. But it's okay, to be nervous, when you're doing something for the very first time.
I think about you all the time, and doesn't matter how cliché it sounds. Today I remembered the day when we first met. I hardly recovered from stumble, and when you caught me, I couldn't recover at all. You called me a skeleton and shoved me. Jokingly, nicely while smiling so softly. You don't remember it, for sure, but I do. I remember everything, even tiny little moments.
What was it, algebra? Physics? Or chemistry? There were so many numbers around me and they tried to get into my head, but my thoughts kept returning to you. You'd already became… unusual for me. I'm Smythe, and no one ever considered me as something useful. In order to survive I became bitter, sarcastic and insulted everyone who came too close to me. But you were kind, and I hid everything, not wishing for you to get hurt.
Back then you were always talking about how straight you are, remember? I knew everything from the start. Sorry, dear, but you can't hide that. I didn't pressure you, knowing that you needed time. I'm still glad that I waited.
I like taking trips down memory lane, Hunt. Memories warm me, being like a big warm blanket, and I can imagine that you're hugging me. The same big strong and awkward Hunter. Sometimes I almost hear your voice calling me a dumbass and asking what did I do to your cat this time.
I still hate your cat and even you can't do anything about it. You know that I love you. And I can't find a way to share my love with that disgusting monster. I don't want anyone in my heart but you.
That's all for today, Hunt. Wow, it wasn't that scary, after all.
Forever yours,
Sebastian