𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍

017 | A Development

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Tell me, Y/n, what's wrong?

ah...let's see what unfolds... | NOT BETA READ, WILL CONTAIN TYPOS AND MISTAKES

Dear Isidor,

Annie suggested that I write this. My hands are already cramping, and my eyes are slowly closing. I'm going to cut to the chase, so pardon my poor handwriting.

I love you.

I don't know when it started, but I realized it recently — and perhaps I've been blind the whole time. I won't be giving you this letter personally, because I think I'll probably die of embarrassment if I see you face to face, but if you do decide to reject me, I hope we can remain friends :) I will understand if you're uncomfortable and decide to take a while before wanting to see me again. If you don't like me back the same way, just ignore me and treat me like usual.

I don't stress this enough, but I'm really grateful to everything you've done for me. I know you have countless of duties that you have to do because you're the crown prince — and I know too that taking care of me isn't easy work —but still, you take the time to always bring me meals and comfort me when I'm sick. It's been more than ten years since you've been my friend, and you've done so much for me that I believe that I would have fallen in love with you anyways.

It's okay if you don't return my feelings, Isidor — you aren't obliged to. And if you do return my feelings, that would make things rather strange, right? The way you treat me — you've always treated me so tenderly, so sweetly, so softly — that I start to wonder if you treat anyone else so nicely...

Btw this is Annie he fell asleep but yeah, that guy really loves you so go get your man (you two make me sick I just vomited and someone asked me if I was pregnant. Screw you.)

Y/n

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"You gave it to him?" Y/n asked anxiously, tapping his foot against the ground — "what did he say? What was his reaction? Did he read the letter? Did he —"

"He wasn't at the dorms," Annie rolled her eyes. "I dumped it on his desk. You are his dorm mate. Why are you asking me?"

Y/n had been too shy to go near the dorms. He had taken his daily nap on the school benches while Isidor attended classes. Annie had called his avoidance stupid and hugely unnecessary — claiming that the more the (h/c)-haired male avoided it, the more he would get into trouble.

(By trouble, Annie meant nefarious bedroom activities. Y/n assumed it referred to his relationship with Isidor worsening, but in the end Annie hadn't bothered to explain herself. After all, weren't these two about to be official?)

"...Okay," Y/n said nervously, swallowing. "Should I have done that? I don't know if I regret that. Was I stupid to do that? Was I — come to think of it, I realised I never really finished the letter...or did I?"

Oops, Annie thought. But she couldn't bear the idea of delaying yet another confession because of Y/n's sleepiness. So she had taken matters in her own hands. Isidor owed her yet another thing.

"Well," Annie interrupted, "but you did write the most important parts down, right?"

"Yes, I did," Y/n said softly, his ears turning red. "I — I don't know. Should I head up to the dorms and see if he's there?"