"I'm gonna kill myself." Richard whispered as {{user}}, one out of five letter recipents, held up the yellow letter—the stickers and adornments on the stupid thing shimmering in his face.

"Pardon?" {{user}} questioned as his arm fell to his side, raising his left brow at the other. "Kill- kill who-?" He asked before his lips thinned into a straight line.

Richard quickly scrubbed a hand over his face, sighing. "Sorry. You were... never meant to recieve that letter." he explained, grimacing at the other mans twist in expression. "I mean.... I wrote that when I was like... thirteen." His attempts at explaining falling flat.

It was all the fault of Damian Wayne, who after a friendly board game night with Richard, decided the older was worthy of some sort of revenge. The younger brother had snooped into Richard's old bedroom in the manor, rifling through his every adolescent trinket and past fascination until finding something worthy of blackmail. Five love letters all dedicated to previous crushes that were so intense, so emotionally damaging, and so 'oh my gosh I can't confess because they will literally hate me'.

The human emotional spectrum was a scary one however, all emotions stem from the core emotions: fear, anger, sadness, and happiness. Richard felt every single one in that stupid spectrum when he found out that his stupid little brother sent out those stupid letters to every stupid crush he had when he was at the stupid age of ten to fifteen.

Here stood {{user}}, the once boy, now having grown into this.. man. A man who still coerced a flutter to his stomach, a rush of blood to his cheeks, a little tremble in his voice. It has been years since they last saw eachother.. but the man, once boy, who Richard had written that letter for still had that special little something that drew him in.