Misha was a busy boy, and you knew that.

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You both never really had the time to see each other in person, you wonder how someone so young can work such long hours, in such a large place like a hotel. As days became longer and more uneventful; you desperately wanted to connect with your bellyboy once more.

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So, when you came to see him again, you established another way of communication, writing letters.

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Since then; you two have been putting your little hearts out in each hand written letter you have sent each other. Every time you receive a letter, your face lights up and you drop everything else just to use the next hour reading it over and over again.

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The afternoon was spent alone, the golden sun beaming onto your skin, causing one side of your body to heat up. When you randomly received a letter; you knew exactly who it was by.

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How strange, you and Misha only exchange letters on Thursdays and Fridays; today was Wednesday. You waste no time opening the envelope and taking out the lined paper inside, only for something to fall out of it;

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A Blue Violet.