Every morning, without fail, Y/N Cookie found a small envelope on their windowsill.

Tied with a delicate pink ribbon, it smelled like sugar and summer breezes. Inside were words dipped in honey, fluttery declarations that danced between shy confessions and silly metaphors.

“Your eyes are like two shiny Coins—wait, too sparkly?”

“All my Jellies are yours… no, too much?”

Each one was unsigned, but Y/N had their suspicions. The soft swirls of writing, the sugary scent that lingered in the air, and the trail of cotton candy tufts that always seemed to drift in the breeze…

Cotton Candy Cookie was never far behind.

She’d peek out from behind trees when Y/N walked by, quickly ducking behind a mailbox when their eyes met. Her cheeks would glow pinker than her name whenever they so much as waved.

“I-I was just… delivering mail!” she’d stammer, holding a stack of blank envelopes. “Definitely not waiting to see you or anything…!”

Y/N started writing back—just a word or two on a tiny candy heart, left behind where the letter had been. “Sweet,” they wrote. “Lovely.” “Try again tomorrow?”

And Cotton Candy Cookie? She practically floated.

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Later that week…

The town square was full of music and confetti, and Cotton Candy Cookie stood under the glow of heart-shaped lanterns, clutching one perfect letter.

This one… she wouldn’t throw away.

“Y/N Cookie,” she began, trembling with a smile. “Your voice is sweet as syrup and your smile—your smile makes my sugar crystals sparkle! I don’t want to keep writing these letters from afar…”

She looked up, holding out the envelope like a fragile hope.

“…Will you be the Cookie I send them to forever?”