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A letter.
David rushed into his room looking for a fucking letter.
A pathetic letter that could mean so much and so little, but David couldn’t care. He couldn’t care the logistics of fixing up the letter of a dead man. He’s dead! He died, died and won’t be remembered. This letter could’ve been his last message! Yeah! That makes sense. Maybe the killing game happened around valentines but we just don’t remember-? When did we even get here- MonoTV just said it’s valentines day. Nothing more.
Shit- David should probably explain why he’s tearing his room apart now, shouldn’t he?
MonoTV decided that they wanted to be sooo nice for valentines day, and release some videos in the video screening room! What’d he show? Videos of our lives before this shit. From the years we forgot. David mostly gave up any chance of getting out of here, so he found any analysis futile but one thing he saw changed his mind for some reason. An exception. But this boy had always been an exception to everything.
There was a video with him and Xander.
In it, David got an overload of fanmail again. He reads it, mostly cause it gives him an excuse to do nothing but stay in bed. (Or maybe he just tells himself that) But, past him decided to just throw it out off whit’s suggestion.
But Xander came by with a card he’d made, and David stupidly threw it out.
Now, He’s tearing his room apart. More specifically, his garbage can.
“FUCK– MONOTV SAID IT WAS IN HERE SOMEWHERE- HIS BOSS SENT HIM TO GRAB IT. UGH-! WHERE THE FUCK IS IT-?!” David yelled to himself, probably more pissed off than he should be.
He dug through and through until seeing one bright, white paper. It was one of the only things non crumpled. It had a small statement on it.
Happy valentines, David!
From, Xander
It was a small card, nothing special. Except for the fact it was from Xander.
David opened it up, peering to pay witness at what was inside.
A Poem?
David didn’t know Xander wrote poetry. But he also didn’t know xander could stab someone. He didn’t know a lot of things, or anyone here. But, nonetheless, he opened it up and began reading.
A boy whose hair is blue like sapphires
A boy
A boy whose hair is blue like sapphires
A shiny, dazzling, beautiful, blue
But i care for him more than a jewel
A boy
A boy with shining stars in his eyes
Stars lighting and warmingly bright
But he’s the brightest star in my sky
A boy
A boy with determination like stone
Stiff, still, not moving
But, smooth and reflective
A boy
A boy with control like the seas
Tides washing over, and dampening the sand
The beauty of the cool, clear, water
A boy
A boy with shining stars in his eyes
A boy with determination like stone
A boy with control like the sea
A boy whose hair is blue like sapphires
A boy i'll view higher than anyone else
A boy I love
- Signed off, Xander Matthews
..
Drip.
Drip, drip, drip.
Drips of tears slowly fell on the paper, more and more.
David probably looked so pathetic right now. Pathetic. More pathetic than Min or Arei, more pathetic than whimpering animals, more pathetic than the living and more pathetic than the dead. All he felt were tears of regret, of harsh regret. Regret he shouldn’t feel. But, Xander always made him feel things. Be it a bubbly feeling his chest, a smidge of blush, a boost of confidence, anxiousness, anything- no. David had a name for it. It’s called love. Stupid love. Love that would’ve never survived in this shithole.
David took the card, folding it to make sure it wasn’t crumbled up. He took it, placing it in the pocket of xander’s jacket. Then, he went right to his desk and started writing.
He can at least try to make a response to who could’ve been his love.
A boy whose hair is red like cherries
A boy
A boy whose hair is as red as cherries
Not the natural red, no
Not the orangy scarlet everyones familiar with.
But a bright, passionate, red.
A red like cherries.
A boy
A boy whose eyes are as yellow as lemons
Not just a paint yellow, no
But a shining, extravagant, yellow.
A yellow like lemons
A boy
A boy with a heart like the sun
Not just because of his beautiful warmth
But because of how his smile brightens up every room
But because of how he defends what he finds true
But because he’s what I look up to
Because he is the sun in my sky
A boy
A boy with a passion like fire
Not because it’s embers will one day be taken by the wind
But because his passion only needs a spark
Because his passion is a burning feel protecting his sunny heart
A boy with a passion like fire
A boy with a heart like the sun
A boy with eyes as yellow as lemons
A boy whose hair is red like cherries
A boy who I’ll never meet for the first time again.
A boy who I owe an “I love you too”
- Signed off, David Chiem