When Sam opened the letter, she pouted at how short it was. It didn't even reach its usual 200-word minimum, but at least his usual sweetness filled up the missing words.
And I know you don't want anyone to call you Sammy, but it sounds actually cute.
She wondered how did Anon know about it, chuckling in surprise. She disliked being called Sammy, just because it was also her brother's nickname. She wanted to be special.
But right now, she didn't even care about that.
She knew that he was trying hard, adjusting to a new style of writing, almost as if he was directly talking to her. She liked it, appreciated it even.
Anon's humor was strange, but she actually thought it was cute. In a way, that is.
Then again, she wondered why it was short. But for the second time around, she didn't actually care anymore.
Because the last part made it all.
You're beautiful. Very beautiful, really. And believe me, you have me on my knees.
And when she read that line, for the first time, she believed that she is beautiful.
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Letters for Sam
Short StoryIf you were to go in the library of Alistair High, you'll see this ginger girl in a corner. Her name is Sam. You'll see her scanning books behind a shelf. Or in the deepest parts of the library, sitting down the floor whilst reading. But before you...
