starry nights

ii

To: siriuslyave@mail.com

From: SF99@mail.com

Subject: Everything will be alright

Dearest siriuslyave,

I believe whatever our parents do is always for our own benefit. Even if it seems like it's wrong.

I'm sorry, I wish I could muster words of comfort to make you feel better but all I can say is for you to go up to them and really tell them how you feel and what you truly want.

Have I mentioned my father had always wanted me to major in business? After years of convincing and arguing, he finally gave in and allowed me to take English literature. From a very young age I've always loved reading and writing. It was my passion and I fought for it.

What do you love? What is your passion?

I really wish I could be with you, sitting by your side. Comforting you and telling you that everything will be alright but it's true, siriuslyave, everything will be alright. Life can be so fucked up sometimes.

SF99

P.S. The weather at home is horrible. I might catch a cold soon and it's football season :( What a bummer.

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TOBIAS WOLFF SHUT HIS EYES TIGHT.

He was trying his best to contain the sneeze rising inside his thorax and prevent a sight no one wanted to see. The weather in London was treating him badly. At three in the morning, he was woken up by a terrible migraine and a snotty nose which kept him awake the rest of the morning.

"Mate, you okay?" Clive Young asked beside him.

Tobias took a minute to realize that he was talking to him. He replied with a nod and swatted his hand away, a gesture implying that he's okay. The sneeze finally abated and he reopened his eyes. His eyes felt heavy.

"Mate, your eyes are all red and puffy. I think it's better if we go to the nurse's office."

Tobias wiped his nose with a tissue, completely unaware of Clive's comment and looked down at his phone, refreshing the mail app for any new messages. Clive rolled his eyes at his friend and continued picking at his pie. Tobias had sent the mail exactly a day ago and usually by lunch, he would receive a reply. But this time he didn't. He frowned, his mood starting to sour. He broke into a coughing fit and thanked his aunt she'd told him to wear layers of sweaters over his uniform.

"Tante, I'm fine!" He assured her but not long after, he broke into three consecutive sneezes.

"That," she pointed at his bright red nose. "Is not fine, Tobi."

He huffed and slipped his phone back into his pocket. Thoughts began to rush into his head and he began to worry about the girl. Maybe she was busy. Maybe she had other things to do. His thoughts was cut short by the slamming of a canteen tray in front of him. He looked up to see one of his friends, Niklas Holtz.

"Junge, wie geht?" The fellow German greeted him and sat across him.

Tobias nodded his head in return and covered his eyes with his palm. Why was he worrying so much just because she didn't reply to him. Someone he'd never met. He assured himself that he was just overreacting.