DEAN was —for once, working on an essay when an owl came rushing in his dormitory, a letter dropping on his desk.
His heart started pounding in his chest, from both nerves and excitement as he grabbed the letter and shakily opened it.
He could not explain why but he felt some sort of happiness fill him in when he recognised Joy's writing.
To Dean,
I'm sorry.
I'm just scared to write you because I don't want you to discover who I am. But, on the other hand, I feel like I can truly be myself when I communicate like this with you.
I hope you had a great day,
Joy.
Dean was quick to react as he threw his essay to the ground and grabbed an ink-free piece of parchment. This time, he would not ignore her.
To Joy,
I don't understand why you don't want to tell me who you are. What are you scared of? You look like a genuinely nice and smart person.
And I would really need someone like this in my life right now..
I had missed you Joy.
Dean.
. . .
A/N
This is so adoraBLE I CAN'T
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REYKJAVIK. dean thomas
FanfictionTo Dean, « I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way that this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest...
