“Ah? What is that?”
Her attention was drawn to the envelope on her school desk. There was nothing like this there before she left for the toilet, though. She sat down and stared at the object she was holding, just like it could contain the answers to her worries, which was of course ridiculous.
She asked the classmate next to her, but she affirmed that she saw and heard nothing.
“It was not there last time I checked. Whatever the case may be, I didn't notice anything.”
Her response was not surprising. This girl, Maëlys, never really cared about what was going on around her.
The envelope clearly had Yeona's name written on it in messy handwriting. The writing was barely readable, as if it had been written while standing up. Even so, she found the handwriting somewhat familiar. It was undeniable, but she couldn't recall who owned it.
Her name was on the envelope, so she was allowed to open it, right? It was there because someone wanted to give it to her, wasn't it? She couldn’t decide if opening it was a good thing to do at this time. Thankfully, her history teacher came in and the lesson started.
Yeona folded the envelope quickly and stuffed it into her bag. The little voice in her head was yelling at her to just take a quick look at the thing inside, the teacher will probably not even notice anyway! She would probably have fallen for it, she was doing her best to not think about it and concentrate on note-taking, but the curiosity was getting way stronger. She wanted to do it, of course, and the only thing that was holding her back was the thought of getting caught. What would she have done if that teacher opened it herself and started reading it out loud? After thinking of that, she could not even dare to think of it again.
“This is not going to end well.”
Whatever that meant, she felt it.
The only thing that was going on in her mind was imagining what could be written in that envelope. Often, during the day, she touched it in her bag just to be sure it did not disappear as mysteriously as it appeared.
And surprisingly, she did not open it as soon as she could. No. Instead, when she got home, she tried everything she could to postpone that moment. For some reason she ignored, that thing was making her feel anxious. So much that she couldn’t sleep. She was just lying on her bed, earphones on, trying to calm her thoughts that had been drowning her. Usually doing that helps her a lot, but that night, nothing.
So, before she completely loses her mind, she got up and picked up that fucking envelope. She sat back, opened it carefully, and took out two letters paper covered with a thin black inked and neat handwriting, contrasting with the messy one on the envelope.
Yeona took a deep breath in and started reading the letter.
“My dear Yeona,
Sweet little warm honey flowing on my heart,
I don't know why I'm writing to you now, so finding a great way to star it is not easy. Will I feel better knowing that, after reading this, all these feelings will be exposed to you ?
Probably not.
Honestly, I'm still hesitating. I don't know if I should give you this letter afterwards. But I think I will. Nothing “that bad” could happen. I know you're not the kind of person who would make fun of me or tell everyone about this. And we don't even talk anyway. So if you decide to avoid me, nothing would change. But I want to think (and deeply hope) more good than bad things can happen.
Six months ago, I have fallen in love, and the fact that the person I'm madly in love with is you further complicates my acceptance of falling for a “SHE”.
Seeing you every day at school, always being so bubbly, kind of hurts me. Not that I want to see you suffer. But the fact that you look PERFECTLY fine hurts me a little. I still want to think that I am haunting you the same way and as much as you are haunting me.
And it's clear for me, it's not a little and simple thing. I don't feel like these feelings could ever fade away. I tried though… Maybe it was just "love at first sight" at the beginning, but who wouldn't fall deeply for that kind-hearted pure beauty after a while?
My feelings, I like to see them as a pretty sweet peach that I have to offer you.
I believe that all these (and the feelings i could not describe) would have been better expressed in person. Because it's you, I wouldn't have been afraid. The face you'll make after learning it would be priceless to me. I could even shout it in front of our classmates to see what you'll do. These idiots would refer to me as the two-tone haired madwoman, I don't care of their stupid thoughts.
However, I don't want to think about the consequences that that act could have. Moreover, it's not romantic. I wanted something at the level of your splendour. So here I am writing this.
That night, I should have kissed you longer…》
The letter was signed "J"
Yeona barely dared to look up after she finished reading the letter. She read it twice to be sure of what her brain was shyly trying to digest. That couldn’t be true…
It was not a really beautiful letter, but the fact that it was something for her was kind of making the poor young teen cry. But then, her attention was drawn to the tea bag inside the envelope, so she took it back.
“Since you told me you like tea, I drink it every day. It's borage flowers. I did it myself, so I hope you will like it. :) 》
Yeona's heart filled with a sweet warmth. This feeling was so soothing and somewhat bewitching. She was about to slowly go back to her initial position, and when that thought crossed her mind, a part of the letter came back into it. " These idiots would refer to me as the two-tone haired madwoman, but I don't care of their stupid thoughts.” She read it again and again, then cast her gaze on the “J” at the bottom.
Jemina.
Who else could it be?
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