"Lies leave bruises that will never fade away"
Fire Dragon is an underground fight club well known for their bloody fights and almost no rules. Earth "the shadow" Pirapat is Fire Dragon's best fighter. Having grown up in the club, it would be surpri...
— suspect everyone, but don't forget that your mind can play games with you, too —
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The first letter came within a week of Mix's stay in Barcelona.
For some reason, Mix wasn't really expecting the letter to come. Maybe because Earth called him every day and they called for as long as they could—sometimes for hours until Earth was too tired, but didn't want to hang up so Mix had to hang up instead to make sure that Earth would get at least a little bit of sleep before the new day. And sometimes, meaning yesterday, they talked only for five minutes because Earth had a really busy day with his father—mostly consisting of doctors' check-ups and consultations.
So, yeah, that was probably why Mix wasn't impatiently waiting at his door for a letter to come. Even though Earth promised that he would send many many letters, but this was the reality. The reality, in which, they had their own troubles they had to face every day, and something as innocent and romantic as a love letter just didn't seem to fit that reality. It was nice when Earth said it—that he would send the letters but sometimes promises end up being just that—promises, lingering in the air around us like ghosts of dead words, but never materializing into reality.
And even if Earth wouldn't send any letter, Mix wouldn't be disappointed or angry or anything. He would understand. Maybe he wouldn't even realize that a letter didn't come.
But the letter did come and after four days in Barcelona, away from everything he had ever known, Mix felt closer to home again.
Holding the letter gently as if it would tear into pieces if he held it a little bit tighter, Mix took a soft orange blanket and sat down on the balcony where the last rays of the afternoon sun were still present in the sky. It was a little bit windy, but it was quiet, and that was all Mix needed now.
Gazing one last time at the purple sky hued with shy layers of pink and orange, Mix opened the letter and started reading.
Dear Mix,
I have a striking suspicion that you weren't really expecting the letter to come, were you? Well, I was in fact, very serious when I said that I'd write to you all the time. I'm writing this letter the day after you left. I would write it the night you left, actually, but something happened and I didn't get home till early morning.
What happened, you ask?
I really don't want to worry you and you really shouldn't worry because I promise you that I'm fine. No one hurt me. Not really. And, if I'm being honest if things between us were different if I didn't think that everything that happens here while you are away is something that you should know if I didn't think that by not telling you this I might create a conflict between us, then I wouldn't tell you. Because I don't want you to be worried because I know that there's already too much you have on your plate because you left this place to get some rest, some clarity on things, so why add more to the mess you already have in your pretty mind? But I love you and I want to be honest with you, and I should probably finally tell you because I've been talking nonsense for a while and I can clearly imagine your face wanting to punch me any second (well, you can try once you come back... maybe I let you).
