N.S. [narry au]

harry

The letters just keep coming from nowhere. I've gotten two so far, and the person wants me to reply?

What is this even?

I've encountered many crazy things in my time, but never anonymous letters from someone that claims to have loved me for years.

Who do I know that could've loved a person like me for so long?

The only girls I've known are just girls that I slept around with. I know one thing for sure, they weren't real feelings.

It was like the mystery writer knew exactly what I wanted; a real relationship.

But who is it that knows what I want? Who's messing with my mind like this?

After school I lock myself up in my room and pull out a pen and paper. I know that whoever this is, I can't hurt them, no matter how much I cave in.

Falling in love with words isn't worth my time.