ATTACHED • Winrina

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Winter had always found solace in the delicate world of letters. The second she slipped her hand into the battered mailbox by her front door, her heart would race with the hope that there might be something waiting for her—a glimmer of connection in her otherwise ordinary life. It was a ritual that brought her immense joy, even though, in truth, the letters rarely appeared; she was just an average girl, somewhat overlooked in the bustling corridors of high school, with no particular allure to draw attention her way.

Her dreams were stitched together by fleeting moments of imagination. She often pictured herself in the role of a letter writer, pouring her heart onto the page, and hope blossoming in the form of responses from unseen friends. Yet, the reality stifled her fantasies; she had no idea where to send her thoughts since no one ever wrote to her. Her heart would ache with availability, eager to communicate but stifled by uncertainty and a sense of invisibility.

It wasn’t until one frigid December afternoon, the air thick with the scent of falling snow, that her mundane existence transformed into something magical. As she rummaged through her mailbox, she found a letter that sent a wave of electricity racing through her veins. The envelope, crafted from delicate pastel stationery, whispered promises of whimsy. Intrigued, she pried it open, her palms trembling with exhilaration.

Inside lay neatly folded paper, and as she unfolded it, the elegant cursive text leapt to life on the page, each letter curlicued and adorned with an artist’s flair. But it was the accompanying dried lavender, crumbling softly between her fingers as she withdrew it, that truly captivated her. The scent evoked images of sunlit fields and tranquil moments, vibrant against the dullness of winter. Intrigued, she read through the words, each one etched with an enigmatic charm. “I see you in the quiet moments,” it said, “when you think no one is watching.” The anonymity tugged at her heart, and for the first time, she found herself yearning for something more—a connection beyond the constraints of the tangible world.

However, amid the thrill, questions swirled around in her mind. Who was this mysterious person captivated by her? Why did they send these words of encouragement when she felt so unseen? Despite the enticing allure of the letter, there were no initials, no dates, no clues that could reveal the identity of the sender. Alone in her dimly lit room, Winter found herself enveloped in a bittersweet longing, an ache to reach out but shackled by distance and doubt.

With each subsequent letter that arrived, her infatuation deepened. Each piece of correspondence turned her world from monochrome to vivid color, and the dried lavender, always present, became a symbol of her blossoming hope. She couldn’t explain it, but there was something profound about it all—something that made her feel alive. Just as the lavender was delicately ATTACHED to the letters, she felt an unshakeable bond growing within herself, tethering her heart to the unknown author who had suddenly and inexplicably become the center of her dreams. And little did she know, this enigmatic correspondence would lead her on a journey that would forever alter the course of her life.

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This is a GIRL × GIRL book. I'm a really big stan of gxg so yeah, most of my writings will probably be about it.

There will be a few notes for you.

This may contain INAPPROPRIATE THEMES, which many may not like. So I'm giving a heads up.

Please don't tell me what to and what not to do. CORRECTIONS, however, are very open.

SLOW UPDATES, so yeah. A writer has inspired me writing this and since this has been in my drafts for a while now, I decided to publish it.

Everything is ORIGINALLY MADE BY ME except for the characters, they're their own characters, of course.