My Secret Letter

Prologue

Orm Kornnaphat has always preferred the company of books to people. Growing up in a bustling household with her vibrant family, Orm found her place as the quiet observer—the one with dreams spun from words and characters instead of bold, real-life adventures. She admired people from afar, never brave enough to say aloud what her heart held inside. So, instead of sharing her feelings, she wrote them down.

In a plain wooden box she kept tucked beneath her bed, Orm stored the love letters she'd written over the years. Each letter was a confession that she had neither the courage nor the desire to reveal, addressed to the people who made her heart race but who could never know. Each letter was a carefully guarded secret, penned with all the words she wished she could say but couldn't.

Orm poured herself into these letters. They were her way of processing the whirlwind emotions she couldn't admit, her quiet rebellion against her own shyness. She wrote to her past crushes—small, heartfelt notes about why she admired them, what little details had captured her attention, and how they'd made her feel. She even wrote one to her current crush: Ling Ling Kwong, the school's notorious heartbreaker with a reputation for being effortlessly charming and always out of reach.

Ling was everything Orm was not—bold, confident, and unapologetic. She breezed through life with a magnetic pull, captivating everyone she met. Orm had long admired Ling from afar, intrigued by the mystery of a girl who seemed to hold the world's attention without even trying. But that admiration would stay hidden, locked away in Orm's secret box, or so she thought.

It was the kind of mistake that could only happen under Art's watch. Her younger brother, with his boundless curiosity and a mischievous streak, had discovered her letters. And one quiet Saturday afternoon, while Orm was out, Art found the box beneath her bed and read every single letter. To him, it seemed like the ultimate adventure, a way to bring some excitement to his sister's life.

So he mailed them.

When Orm returned home that evening, her box was empty, and her letters—the deepest, most vulnerable parts of herself—were out there, ready to reach the hands of her past crushes and the one person she could never bring herself to face: Ling Ling Kwong.

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Ps- it not really based on "To All The Boys I've Loved Before" kinda with the letter part but the rest I just randomly wrote some random stuff that came in mind lols