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I opened the thick curtain that restrained the sunlight to enter my room. No matter how bright they shined, nothing could beat the scene when it reflected on the ocean.

At the age of 27, I found the city toxic. It wasn't pretty like how novels and televisions showed it, or maybe it was.

I wanted something new. I wanted something pleasant in my eyes. I wanted peace around me.

I'm tired of lifting my head only to see tall buildings around me. I'm tired of inhaling polluted air. I hated to hear the cars honking because of the traffic. I didn't like how others' skin touched me whenever we entered a crowded train or elevator.

I wished I would stop seeing ladies who covered their faces with thick make-ups with their clothes that barely covered the places it needed to be covered.

The city was too redundant.

The city was too big for me.

The city was too cliche for me.

I moved near the sea. It was far from the civilization, but it had everything to accommodate you, even better. The vegetables and fruits planted here had no chemicals on it, making it healthier than the ones in the city.

My neighbors could be counted on my fingers and most of them were elders. Elders were nice. They were quiet and thoughtful. They liked me so much since I'm handsome as they said.

The fishes and meats were raised by the people here. I have my car if I wanted to buy groceries since it was pretty far.

And every time I lifted my head, I saw star shining brightly since there was no lamp post to outshine them.

At the age of 29, I am financially stable. I got a huge amount of money as my inheritance and invested it all on a business that was a boom. I could lush my money and still be rich.

Right now, I'm working on a book. I want to write but I can't start to. Maybe, I can be a novelist. Maybe, I want to be known as Jeon Wonwoo, the novelist.

I didn't have any ideas on what to write. My sheet remained blank for long and I didn't have an inspiration nor a topic.

Until one day...

I received a message from a stranger in an app called 'For the future.'. It's a popular app for long. I've forgotten my password for it, but luckily, it was saved on my laptop.

I've been receiving messages from random persons, since you could send them to strangers.

Some were about how they broke their hearts, how they hated their parents for scolding them, how they failed the tests, how they mourned their dog's death and so many bullshits.

It was all from ten years ago. I wondered how they were all doing now. Their sad hearts would have been filled by other things by now.

Sadly, the app couldn't send a reply to its sender, failing to have a communication from who was behind it. It's purpose was only to let the user shout how he or she feels and let the reader read it for a specific date.

It's an app that is commonly used for confessing.

But what inspired me the most were the letters from 'Loser', his username. Yes, a guy. We have a lot of similar traits, like how he found some things were stupid, that books were life, that you didn't need to laugh about small things, and that cheese burgers were love.

He wrote the letters from ten years ago and he's on the stage of hating the world.

ting!

My eyes settled on the laptop across my bed. It was a signal for a notification. I hoped to see a letter from the 'Loser.'

And it was really from him.

The letters have time lapsed, but it was sent to me daily. He would write during class break and then the next letter was about Valentine's. It wasn't like everyday had something special. He just arranged it to be read everyday.

I opened the message excitedly. What could it be?