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Letters

Ace looked up as he heard a knock at his door. He got up and opened the door, there stood one of his friends and house-mates, Flint. He was holding an envelope of some sort. Ace wondered what it was, since he rarely got mail.

"Oh has the mail run already today?" Ace asked. Flint nodded and handed Ace a letter. He went back to his bed and looked at the envelope.

"To Clover Everett," Ace stopped at that, he shuddered at that name, it must've been from his 'dad,' who never really was a dad to him at all, because who else would try to write to him after 2 years of no contact? His old friends who never cared for him? He went ahead and opened the envelope.

"Dear Clover," Ace was uncomfortable at this point, however he kept on reading.

"Hey, how have you been? I know we haven't talked for 2 years, but I've missed you," Ace paused right there. Missed him? As if he payed attention to him at all. He continued reading the letter from his 'dad.'

"Ever since you ran away, I've been lonely. So eventually I started trying to find your address," He stopped at that point, why would his own father, who never gave a single shit about him, try to find his address to 'keep in touch' because he 'missed' him. Ace started skimming through the message until he got to the end,

"Maybe pay a visit to your father?" Hell no. Ace would never do that, why would he? They probably had nothing in common at all, what would they even talk about, the years of neglection he went through, money? Seriously, what could they talk about? He crumpled up the letter. He went upstairs, and knocked on Flint's door. Flint answered the door, and looked at Ace.

"What do you need," He questioned, and then looked down and saw the crumpled up peice of paper.

"I need you to burn this letter," Ace responded. Flint took the paper and set it alight in his hands. What once was a piece of practically wasted paper, was now a useless pile of ash in Flint's hands. Ace stared at it with a mix of satisfaction and relief. Flint stared as Ace went back downstairs, most likely back to his room. He wondered what was wrong with the letter, but then remembered the name on it, and how it wasn't Ace's name, but instead what he assumed was a dead name. Flint walked back into his room, sat back down, and continued doing nothing, but with more thoughts, which eventually faded as he drifted off into a light sleep.