For a while now, you've been chasing a guy you've liked, Tristan. Every holiday you'd gift him a present, in hope he'd notice you, though with many failed attempts it was obvious he had no interest in you, so you stopped.

You stopped delivering him letters and giving him little gifts, it's now past school hours as you're cleaning out your locker for the summer. Lined up in the corner of your locker were letters Tristan never received, Then an arm came by the side of your head, collecting the letters.

you gasped, turning around meeting Tristan's tall figure. "That's private." You started, trying to snatch the letters back, "for me?" He asked. "I-" you were cut off by him "good, they'll be going on my wall, just like the rest of yours." He spoke, "wait what?.." You were immediately dumbfounded. "I read all your letters every night before I sleep, doll" he spoke.