By the way, I should mention that the entire story is in Pewdie's point of view ü
Year 2 -
I kept on writing letters about my feelings and how I was. I desperately waited for his response, but it never came. Even so, I continued to write my letters, which kept me distracted me from everything. I forgot to eat or wash up sometimes because the letters kept me so occupied.
Once, my house caught on fire, and I didn't notice until I felt hot and realized that my clothes were burning. The firefighters laughed when they heard my excuse and simply called me a "reckless secret admirer." I was glad that they saved all my letters from burning though.
I sometimes added a poem that expressed my thoughts to the letter. I sent them and hoped for the best.
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15 Years (PewdieCry)
FanfictionPewdie met a man named Cry, and he writes him a letter every day for fifteen years. He gets a surprise on the fifteenth year - is it a good surprise, or is it upsetting?
