(I don't know why but the "BAD APPLE (music box+slowed)" kinda fitted the vibe of this.)

In this world, things were somehow different. Soulmates, would find eachother by notes and letters, written for them Many even did not. It had been a long while by now that Mikey awaited his soulmate to write something for him, only to find non. Little by little, he was starting to think, he doesn't have any soulmates to wait for and he tried to forget about it. Yet his sleeps weren't making things easy for him, always ending up with an unknown presence besides him, which make him happy. He never got the chance to see their face... Everytime waking up.

Tonight was another night. He couldn't sleep, thinking about the possibilities, until a soft fade glow of golden appeared above his desk before... Two pages of letters dropped on his desk. A letter... from his soulmate! Finally! He quickly got off of his bed before getting to sit behind his desk to read the letters.