Diabolik Lovers - Second Option [Discontinued my dudes sorry)

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A Letter From Me To You

The moon was risen at its highest peak and shined the brightest. Miles away a wolf howled at the moon, along with its pack. In the mansion, a girl was sleeping on her bed slightly snoring. Her arms and legs were spread out and half of her body was off the bed. Some of the pillows were on the floor and drool was all over her face. Her tummy was exposed by just a little bit.

As she was dreaming, Henry stared at the blank sheet of paper and to the left of that was a floating pen that could write on its own with his command.

"Dearest Y/n," Henry said and played with his fingers. "It's been a long time since we wrote to each other. How are you?"

Henry stayed silent. "This is trash. Erase," the words began to fade away and the paper stayed clean and unused. Henry turned to his crystal ball and waved his hand over it. An image of Y/n staring at the moon. He sighed and turned waved his hand up to make the pen stand.

"Dearest Y/n," Henry projected. "Around this time, the moon would be at his brightest. I remember seeing the moon at its brightest and being amazed by it. After living for so long and seeing the same image repeatedly, a mystical moon became normal to me. In your eyes, I'm sure that the moon glows with stars twinkling with it,"

Henry looked at the single paragraph. He sighed again and brushed his hair with his hand. "I can't let this letter be trash. My previous letters were better,"

The pen stood on its own being still and silent. Henry's mind was racing with many words circling in a loop. He had plenty of words to say but he didn't know how to put it in a sentence. His hand fidget then loosened. He quickly grabbed the pen and started writing.

I'm pretty sure we are looking at the same moon. Its tinted with yellow with craters poking into it. The stars make it more fantasy like. There is a lake on the distance that reflects the moon and the stars.

"I'm writing nonsense," Henry dropped the pen and sighed again. "But I know she wants a letter from me,"

I'm babbling, I know. Its also usual that I'm writing casually and so short. What I really intend to write is

Henry stopped the pen and his eyes stayed at the last word. "What is my purpose of writing?"

-is that I know you deeply desired a letter from me. My mighty powers can sense it from far away. What strong sense of desire you have.

"Pure stupid," Henry spat out.

What I really want to write is that I miss writing letters to you and that writing letters to you have always made my current life better than what it is now. It reminds me how to live but it makes me dislike how I live. It makes me want to break the rules and spend the rest of my days with you. Just you.

If there was a way to redeem myself from this punishment. To allow myself to escape my lonely kingdom, I would to it to see you. I wish to see you in person but I need to break rules.

I need advice from you, Y/n. Should I break the rules?

Yours Truly,

Henry took a deep breath.

"Henry," he wrote out. Henry reread the letter and picked up his pen.

P.s. I miss you.

"I hate my life!" Henry yelled out and crumbled the paper. Anger exploxed from him as he threw the paper as far as he could. The paper then turned into flames as it went flying.

"Why Y/n, why am I so attached to you. We can't be together," Henry cried out. He stared at the crystal ball and saw Y/n singing to herself as she looked at the moon. Her eyes traveled down at the rose garden and looked at the old mailbox that has been empty since she arrived. Y/n let out a sigh and looked at the moon, continuing to sing with a small frown.

Henry growled and sunk into his chair. If he wanted this fine lady to be his, he had to do something. Wait, he wants her to be his?

"Y/n, I'll find a way to force myself into your story even though its not meant to be. All I was supposed to do was guide you, but I think I can break his rules,"

While Henry continued to create his ideas to willing show love and rebellion, Y/n contined to snore under the moonlight, her leg dangling off the bed with drool all over the place.