𝙽𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚄𝚜

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It is one of those days again, the kind of days I dread. Regardless my limbs completed the actions like they usually did. Trembling hands held the kettle up in a surprisingly steady manner and hot water gushed over a tea bag, filling the porcelain cup. The irony is as I sipped the steaming drink I felt incredibly empty. The insencse that filled the room was meant to calm me yet somehow it increased my anxiety. Nevertheless my feet dragged across the wooden floor to the table where you resided. Layed out in the open, vulnerable and waiting for me.

Setting the white cup down my eyes scanned you, seemingly searching but you and I knew I was only preparing myself, for what's to come, what has already been and what could be. Taking my seat i pulled the chair closer before gently curling my fingers over the flower patterned rectangular lid. Lifting it slowly, I revealed more of you, finally ready to face this, to face us.

Picking out the envelope i scanned the cursive letters scrawled dead centre '𝒯𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝑀𝒶𝓎 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟢' . Taking a deep breath i flipped it over, my thumb wedging between the seams to coax it open. Pulling out the folded papers I gently replaced the envelope into the box. Flipping the paper over in my hands they somehow felt as though they weighed a whole lot more than they did in reality. Unfolding it slowly i finally took on the task at hand.

𝑯𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐 𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓,

𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒊𝒕? 𝑰 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔. 𝑾𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒘𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒎𝒆. 𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈'𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕, 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏?

𝑩𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒖𝒔 𝑰'𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒐 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕? 𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒔 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕? 𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏'𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖? 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒕? 𝑾𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅. 𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆?

𝑬𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑳𝒆𝒕'𝒔 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒆. 𝑰𝒕 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉. 𝑻𝒐𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒚𝒔. 𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇. 𝑹𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔, 𝒊𝒏 𝒋𝒖𝒍𝒚, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒖𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚. 𝑴𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒂𝒓. 𝑰𝒏 𝑨𝒖𝒈𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒈𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒖𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒎𝒑. 𝑰𝒏 𝑺𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒈𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒖𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒎 𝒋𝒖𝒂𝒕 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒂𝒇𝒆𝒕𝒚 𝒏𝒆𝒕.

𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒆'𝒓𝒆 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒕. 𝑰'𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒓𝒚 𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒂𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆, 𝑰'𝒎 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒏𝒖𝒎𝒃. 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆, 𝑰'𝒎 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕. 𝑰'𝒎 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒖𝒔, 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒍𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆. 𝑾𝒆'𝒓𝒆 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒆𝒑𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆. 𝑵𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒕 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒔. 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒆𝒛𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆.

𝑴𝒖𝒎'𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏... 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕... 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒂𝒎 𝒊 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆... 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒔 𝑰'𝒎 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆. 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑 𝒊𝒕. 𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒍. 𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒖𝒍𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉. 𝑰'𝒎 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒉 𝒔𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔. 𝑰'𝒎 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆. 𝑰'𝒎 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒐𝒃𝒃𝒍𝒆. 𝑰'𝒎 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒓𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑. 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑 𝒊𝒕. 𝑾𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑 𝒊𝒕.

𝑳𝒆𝒕'𝒔 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓. 𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅𝒖𝒍𝒆? 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒕. 𝑰 𝒕𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒑 𝒂𝒕 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒛𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎. 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒊𝒕. 𝑾𝒉𝒚 𝒅𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆. 𝑾𝒉𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝑰'𝒎 𝒔𝒐 𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅, 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆. 𝑰 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒐. 𝑩𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒓𝒚, 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒄𝒄𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔. 𝑾𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒖𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒏𝒐 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍.

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒏𝒐𝒘. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒕...𝒘𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒕. 𝑾𝒆'𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒈𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆. 𝑾𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝑾𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒔. 𝑾𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒖𝒔. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒆'𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑾𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔... 𝒍𝒆𝒕'𝒔 𝒃𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓...𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓.

𝑰'𝒎 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒌, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈.

𝑻𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒖𝒔.

𝑻𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆.

I dont know how long I stared at the empty teacup after. The insencse had already burnt out. Carefully folding the letter I slipped it back into the envelope putting it back into the box. After replacing the lid i retrieved my pen that layed not to far away and a crisp sheet of paper. My mind whirling as I wrote.

𝘛𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘮𝘦,

𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳? 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘧𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘶𝘴. 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺? 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘮 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦. 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘪 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵... 𝘪 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧𝘧. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴.

𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘥. 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭. 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘶𝘴.

Carefully folding the paper I sighed at closed my eyes, clearing my mind. After moments of focused breathing I finally grabbed the envelope and inserted the letter. Sealing it, in similar cursive I wrote on the front '𝒯𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝒩𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟢'

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