•X• Letter •X• {Karlnap}

Chapter 3

It had been weeks, and no letters from this mysterious man who lives in my late girlfriend's old apartment. I'm starting to think Dream just told me that so I'd think about something else, and although it is working it's annoying as hell. It's not like I'm waiting at the window for the mystery man's letter, I'm just curious if this guy is real. Did he mean what he said if he is?

My thoughts were interrupted by a knocking on the door, I silently wished it was the mail. I walked calmly yet quickly to the door and opened it, to my surprise it actually was the mailman! He asked my name, and then handed me a purple letter with stickers all over it. Did a kindergarten class send me a condolence card? No... I don't think I'm important enough for that. Are these fucking smelly stickers.

I thanked the mailman—whose name is Scott— and went into the living room to open the letter/card, whatever it was. Sitting on the sofa I ripped the top off of the envelope and took out a folded piece of yellow paper, yeah definitely kindergarten. I opened the letter and read the first few sentences,

Dear Nick,

I'm so sorry to hear that happened to you, my thoughts go with you. I think your friend told you about me? At least I hope he did, he seemed a bit of a scatterbrain when I met him.

Dream is a scatterbrain, he never even told me your name. I'm not even sure he asked. I continued,

I know this must be super weird, and I don't blame you for probably thinking I'm a creep. I do honestly want to help you though, even if it just means I'm a casual penpal. You know, just to get your mind off things for a little while :) Let me know what you think?

At least he seems nice.

For starters however, I know wayyy more about you than you know about me so here's a lil something.
My favourite colour is pink or yellow, or purple, or green or blue. I love vanilla ice cream, I have a dog named bubba, I take six sugars in my coffee, and I enjoy walking in the rain :)

He sounds like a girl, weirdly my type of girl as well...

Well I hope you are at least doing a little better, and I hope you don't think I'm a weird stalker. Besides if I remember correctly, your friend is the one who found me out of nowhere. So if anything, he's the stalker lol.

Sincerely,
Karl Jacobs

Well other than doing a background check on this guy, I guess I have no qualms about him. Though I still think it's weird to write to someone you've never met about the deepest darkest parts of your mind. Perhaps he is a serial killer, I mean. Who drinks six sugars in coffee?? A lunatic that's who.

Despite how weird he is, I guess I should at least write him back. He was polite enough to give me the choice to stop talking to him at all, so I might as well be considerate like he was.

I'm starting to not like writing letters.

Dear Karl,

Thank you for writing, I'll admit your letter gave me a good chuckle. Plus what's with the colourful paper? I guess I should thank you as well for being willing to do this, but I don't think I feel comfortable talking about it with anyone yet.

Thanks for the sentiment, and I was told you went through something similar so I trust that you can understand how I feel.

As for your personality, I think it's a crime to have six sugars in one coffee. Seriously you're going to kill yourself with a high sugar to caffeine ratio, but alas it is your body so I guess do what you want. I ain't going to your funeral though lol :).

I guess it's only fair, my favourite colour is red, I prefer Rocky Road ice cream or just plain chocolate. I don't have any pets, but my friend you met has a cat named Patches who he brings over sometimes. I take ONE sugar in my coffee, but I prefer tea, and I also enjoy walks in the rain.

Maybe we can take a walk in the rain sometime, if I deem you non-stalkerish. Keep your hopes up.

Nicholas Sparks

(p.s you can just call me Sapnap, everyone does :))

... WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!?!!

I was supposed to tell him to not write me again, cuz I didn't wanna talk to him anymore?! How did my hand end up writing all that mushy stuff!! Oh god no he's gonna know I'm bi, well maybe he's homophobic and he'll never write ever again? Hopefully?

Oh who am I kidding... I've made a new friend... Not that it's bad. I just didn't ever think I'd make a friend in this way. Especially one who seems so personable! Like, how'd he actually fit his personality onto a letter? Maybe it was the different colours or all the stickers, but I don't know.

I guess I'll be waiting for another letter then. However long that'll take... Maybe I'll go back to work. Keep my mind occupied from now the two things most bothering me.

Regardless I got up from my desk and fit the letter into another envelope, putting on my shoes to walk it to the mail pickup point. Staring at the envelope in one hand, and my other hand stalling on the doorknob. I came to a brilliant decision, shoes still on my feet I walked back up the steps to my desk. I searched through a drawer and pulled out a sticker pack.

I looked at all the little sparkly stickers in the pack, Dream had gotten them for me a few years ago. I'd never known what to use them for till now. After looking a little while longer, I finally decided on a shimmery strawberry sticker with little stars for seeds. Taking it off the protective plastic I placed it on the middle of the envelope, right next to Karl's name.

Ugh, what have I gotten myself into?
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WC 1046