February 2016
I'm waken up by the loud sound of someone knocking on my door, and I bury my head in my pillow, blocking out the sound. Who could possibly come by at six in the morning on a Sunday?
I rub my eyes, looking out of the window. The snow is stilling falling hard outside in thick snowflakes, making me sigh. But the knocking starts again, and I don't have the choice but to get up.
So reluctantly I stand up and put on my robe, shivering at the cold weather. Even if we're mid-February and the snow is supposed to stop falling, even -
"What the..." I furrow my eyebrows, picking up the letter. I look through the peephole - oh, it's definitely my lucky day, looks like I'm going to be the next star of a cliché movie - but there's no one.
I flip the envelope, but - what a morning - there's no name, no return address. Just my address.
I rip the envelope and leave it in the recycling bin, raising my eyebrows. Who would come by at six on a Sunday anyway? There's no mail on Sunday's, so it's probably someone who works early and was passing by.
I start taking out my bowl and a small plate, deciding that since I'm awake, I might as well start my day. But when I'm sitting down, waiting for my toast, my mind wanders off to the letter in the recycling bin.
What do I have to lose? If it was a bomb, I'd already be dead anyway. I fetch the pieces of paper and spread them over the table, easily reconnecting the pieces. It would've been impossible if I had ripped this in smaller bits, thank god.
"Oh my god," I whisper when I read the words, falling back on my chair.
Hey. I overheard your discussion with Rebecca and you gave her new address, so I figured I'd write a little note to you after this much time. Anyways, I hope to see you soon, Tris.
- From the boy you probably thought was a stranger
And...loving can hurt, sometimes. I'll explain everything another day. I promise.
I try to scratch off the white correcting paper from a line above the signature, but I can't get it off.
"Well, looks like I am in a cliché movie. And I have an anonymous stalker. That's just great," I think out loud.
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FanfictionLoving can hurt Loving can hurt sometimes But it's the only thing that I know When it gets hard You know it can get hard sometimes It is the only thing that makes us feel alive [...] Loving can heal Loving can mend your soul And it's the only thing...
