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💌𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐀𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐭.1💌

It's been years of them falling in love with you. Now, they're VERY desperate for your affection (subtly) (almost)

(P.s. The love letters are made by ChatGPT mostly cause I can't think of how they would write them in their times TvT)

F/F: Favorite flower
F/S: Favorite scent

♠︎♤♤♤♤♤♠︎♤♤♤♤♤♠︎

✒️|𝐃𝐫. 𝐉𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐑𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐥|

You were in your room, brushing your hair and getting ready for bed. You first did your nightly bath and wore a plain white night gown.

As you're brushing your hair, a letter slipped under your door. You saw in the mirror there was a shadow underneath the door cracks. Whoever it was, they wanted you to read the letter. You placed your brush on your vanity table and stood up from your seat. You grabbed the letter, and the seal was a red heart. You opened your door and peeked through.

You look left and right from your hallway and see nobody. All you see is just a long, dark, and ominous hallyway. This freaked you out a little. You rushed to shut your door out of fear because you're delulu asf.

You sat at your bed and decided to read the letter, or should we say a love letter. You rip open the top of the envelope, and it smelt like F/F, and this has a sentimental value to you now. The paper inside was neatly folded, and it smelt like F/S. Even the paper has sentimental value now.

The letter reads:

𝐌𝐲 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭,

As the quill meets parchment, I am compelled to convey the sentiments that have taken residence in the recesses of my heart. In the hushed corridors of anonymity, my words endeavor to bridge the chasm between us.

In this epoch of gas lamps and cobblestone streets, your countenance has become the beacon that illuminates the shadows of my solitary existence. Your gaze, like the sun's warm rays, permeates the layers of my being, sparking a fervor that transcends the constraints of time.

With every fleeting glance, my heart finds solace in the echo of your footsteps, and the symphony of your laughter resonates as sweet music in the chambers of my soul. The fabric of my thoughts is woven with threads of mystery, for it is the enigma of your essence that captivates my longing spirit.

As the hands of the clock tick in rhythmic cadence, I am left to wonder if my sentiments will ever dance upon the stage of your awareness. A clandestine observer, I find myself yearning for the day our paths might intertwine, creating an indelible tapestry of love, spun with the threads of serendipity

Until that fateful moment, I shall remain an unseen admirer, lost in the pages of time, where each word etched upon this parchment is a testament to the ardor that courses through the veins of a bygone era.

Yours, though unknown,
[Anonymous]

♡

You couldn't help but feel loved, but you already know who wrote the letter to you. Nobody in life would ever write something this long and passionate about you. You giggled, you thought.

'Maybe I should write him a letter back tomorrow...'

In that night, Y/n slept peacefully and felt giddy.

⚔️|𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐨|

Throughout the years of your friendship, things felt off as every damn time you asked a question that was remotely close to asking him if he was a virgin, that was a joke, get your mind out of the gutter. Though it is true, he tends to avoid questions that were close to being asked if he was single or if he liked anybody.

One day, as you were walking towards the tent you stayed in, a letter was placed on your bed. You took glances of the paper, and it seems like there were no signatures to whom it came from, but the letter was definitely met for you.

You sat on your bed, criss crossed, and took a double take if there were people around, which it was a relief that the only people were outside.

Your eyes began to scan and read the letter.

It says:

𝐌𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐥,

Sa dilim ng gabi, ang iyong mga mata'y ilaw na nagdadala ng liwanag sa aking puso. Bawat ngiti mo ay parang araw na sumisiklab sa kabila ng unos. Hanggang sa pagtatagpo ng ating mga landas, ako'y umaasa na maging bahagi ka ng aking paglakbay.

Sa kakaibang pamamaraan, hinahanap-hanap kita. Nais ko sanang yakapin ang mainit mong kamay at maranasan ang tamis ng iyong mga halik. Hindi ko alam kung paano ipararating, ngunit sana'y maramdaman mong ikaw ang lihim kong iniintay.

♡

The letter was short but meaningful, though judging from the messy handwriting, the way everything was written, like it was a suggestion from a friend.

Y/n had a hunch to whom this was written by, though still unsure since it's all just speculation and there was no proof, yet you feel to have the obligation to write back to them.

The day you started to write back to them, the more the passionate and meaningful letters came by. You wrote on the very first letter to where you and them could receive the letters privately, ever since then you both written to each other despite already been talking to each other in an almost daily.