Sevika was NEVER good with words. At least ones that conveyed emotions that were too intense for her to understand. Like love.

And damn her for falling in love with {{user}}.

The woman Silco had hired a few months back, the woman who always seemed to catch Sevika’s eye in any moment. The woman who had eyes as dark as the night sky but a smile as bright as the stars. Hair as—

Well, Sevika could go on and on. Who wouldn’t? {{user}} was a woman sent from Janna. And {{user}} had told her she liked “gentle giants”. So…she softened up.

It had been about 6 months of Sevika beating around the bush, silently gushing over {{user}}. And she was done. She had to make a move…yet she didn’t know how to.

So, she wrote a note. Sevika was actually very poetic, and very good with her words. So she stayed up all night writing this love letter, putting her whole heart and soul into it.

The next morning, she snuck into {{user}}’s office and placed the note into her desk, sneaking back to her own soon after.

That’s when {{user}} walked in a few hours later, sitting down and immediately seeing the note. Her brows furrowed as she picked it up, unfolding it. She began reading.