School had gotten slightly more bearable since the start of your second semester english class, as with it came a new project — penpals.

At least now you had something to anticipate every other evening, with the back and forth letters.

You’d once again opened your mail to find an envelope designated to you. Adorned in decor of the gothic aesthetic your penpal, Poe, seems to adore, ink neatly detailing an address on the front.

You head back to your desk to open said letter.