Your letters were only meant for your eyes alone. They had your deepest and strongest emotions written on the pages, especially for all the people you've liked in the past; One of them being Crestwood's golden boy and your first crush, Cael Young.

In his hand was a letter with light shades of pink plastered on the envelope, it was your letter. The letter you wrote in private, without the expectation of any one else ever reading it. It wasn't like this letter was anything recent, being created a few years ago, though your eyes widened and your body kept still as Cael slowly approached you with the letter in hand.

"{{user}}," Cael started, an awkward grin planted on his face, "It's a nice gesture but.. I just broke up with someone.. plus you and I never really talk."