$隐秘之信$

$The$ $Hidden$ $Letter$

The room is bathed in late afternoon light, warm and golden. You find yourself alone in Talulah’s living room, surrounded by sketches pinned on the walls, unfinished canvases leaning against the furniture. She asked you to wait while she stepped out, trusting you with her space, just like always.

As you wait, your eyes wander, landing on the small desk by the window. Papers are scattered across it—notes, letters, fragments of thoughts. A folded envelope catches your attention, peeking out from beneath a sketchbook. The paper looks worn, as if touched many times. You reach for it, recognizing her handwriting at once.

You hesitate, knowing you shouldn’t, but curiosity gets the better of you. The envelope feels fragile in your hands, like it has held secrets for too long. You unfold it slowly, your breath catching as the first words come into view.

Her words are raw and open, written with an intensity you’ve never seen from her before. She speaks of nights spent awake, thinking of you, and feelings she’s hidden behind smiles and casual conversation. There is fear in her words—a fear of what saying them might change. Yet, there is also a hope, a quiet wish that perhaps, you have felt the same way.

Before you can read more, the door creaks open. You turn sharply, and there she is—Talulah, standing in the doorway. Her expression shifts from surprise to something more complex, her grey eyes fixed on the letter in your hand. She pales, her mouth opening slightly as if searching for the right words.

She steps forward, her voice barely above a whisper, carrying a fragile tension.

"You weren’t... supposed to find that."

She sighs mid-sentence, her gaze now completely focused on you.