Ten thousand feelings

Mail <3

Mary? Yes that is my name, sure it's a bit bland but I find it cute. I'm about to send a letter to a certain someone. Not like it will matter in the long run. I quickly grabbed my bag and chucked it onto my shoulder.

I ran outside and unlocked my bike from the neighbourhood bike-rack and started biking to the post office.

I hummed a random melody, trying to make it sound nice but it came off like I was drowning. I brake my bike right in front of the post office and raced up the marble stairs. I slide my letter inside the mail box, and quickly scurried off. I hop onto my bike once again and take off. Everyday I thought to stop writing to them, to give up. But it feels like its my routine now, every night I write to him. It doesn't feel like anything anymore, like there's an empty spot in my heart. I now only write to him to feel like I fulfilled something in the past, something I'm reconnecting with.

I shook the thought out of my head. My mind felt like a jungle, it ached.

My bike drifted forward as I tried to brake, I turned the handle and I slide to the side. Fear plastered on my face as I hit the ground. I mumbled in pain ad I gripped my arm that was now stinging with agony.

"Are you alright?" I sat up on my perfectly fine leg, my other was scraped only a tiny bit.

I looked forward and on the other side of my fallen bike is a Raven haired boy. He had bright crystal blue eyes. I don't think they're real, maybe contacts?

I nodded answering his question. He crouched to my level examining my injures like a doctor. "I guess you are, they're just normal scraps." I nodded, smirking at the stranger. I lift my bike along with me and I hopped on.

We make eye contact, maybe they are contacts. I pedalled away without a thought in mind. "Well okay, bye!" He yells out to me. I didn't look back and kept petaling away.