Dear Mr. PostMan

Miserable

Anna had no idea how long she stood on the porch, her body trembling from the sobs that wouldn't stop. John was gone—just like that. She thought that if she got to him in time, she could say a proper goodbye, and not dwell on the fight they had; they could part peacefully. But fate had other plans.

Eventually, reality forced its way back in, and she stumbled inside, her gaze drifting across the apartment. Everything was exactly as he had left it. The blankets from two nights ago were still strewn across the floor, untouched.

Flashback

"This is nice," John murmured as Anna curled up beside him.

"We're watching The Vampire Diaries," she grinned, pressing play.

John groaned dramatically. "The word Vampire Diaries doesnt have a nice ring to it. If this is the entertainment here then im scared to find out more about the future"

"Oh, shut up, you'll like this one," she teased, nudging him playfully. "Besides, Damon is hot," Anna said, laughing at him.

John rolled his eyes but stayed put, watching as the episode played. He couldn't help but notice how Anna's face lit up every time Damon appeared on screen.

John watched as Anna's eyes stayed glued to the screen, completely mesmerized by the way Damon effortlessly led Elena across the dance floor. Her fingers traced idle circles on his arm, but he could feel the longing behind her words.

Without a second thought, John reached for the remote and paused the show.

Anna blinked, snapping out of her trance. "Hey! What are you doing?"

John smirked and stood up, holding out his hand. "C'mon, love. Let's do it."

Anna raised an eyebrow, confused. "Do what?"

"The dance," he said as if it were obvious. "You said you always wanted to, yeah? So let's do it."

Her heart skipped a beat. "John, you don't even know the steps," she said, though her voice was already laced with excitement.

John scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Please, Anna. I've seen fancier moves than this. It's just a little twirling, a little smoldering eye contact." He wiggled his brows at her playfully before extending his hand again. "Come on. Dance with me."

Anna hesitated for half a second before placing her hand in his. The moment their fingers touched, John pulled her up with a grin and led her into the middle of the room.

"There's no music," she giggled, her nerves bubbling up.

John shrugged, stepping behind her and reaching for the remote. With a click, he unpaused the scene but turned the volume down low. The soft, enchanting melody filled the air, wrapping around them like magic.

"Now," John murmured, placing his hand on the small of her back. "Let's see if I can pull this off."

He took the lead, moving with an ease that surprised even himself. They stepped in sync, Anna's eyes widening as John gracefully guided her into the first turn. He spun her out, then effortlessly pulled her back in, their faces just inches apart.

Anna sucked in a breath, her heart hammering in her chest. "Okay, where did you learn to dance like this?"

John smirked, twirling her again before dipping her low. "Natural talent, love."

She laughed, gripping his shoulder as he brought her back up, their eyes locking. For a moment, it was just the two of them—no TV, no reality, just this dance.

As the music swelled, John's hand slid from her back to her waist, drawing her even closer. "See? Told you I could do it."

Anna gazed up at him, her breath catching. "Yeah... you did."