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Let me Introduce you...

(Chloe, 5 foot 5 inches, girl, normally wears a shade of blue, today she's wearing a blue and white dress.) (Kyle, doesn't make an appearance in this part. In army.)

I will be here for you,

To the moon and back I'll go,

If just to let you know

That you are not alone.

When I look up at the stars at night,

I remember the shimmer in your eye,

But they are not brighter than the light in your eyes.

I hope that I will see you again.

I will love you to the end.

-K

       Chloe read it over and over. She was dealing with mixed emotions, fear, hope, happiness, dismay... afraid something had happened to Kyle, hope he was okay, happy he wrote, and dismayed by the line before the last. Chloe is a 26 year old girl, Kyle is her 29 year old boyfriend who went to war. She set it on her desk, and went to the craft room to get a tack to put the letter on her bulletin board. The craft room was a story above and a hallway away from her office in the building she worked in. She was originally the secretary for Mr.White, the owner of Depressed Emotional Persistent Rebellious Empty Stressed out Simple Emotive, or DEPRESSED for short, a mental health organization, but was promoted, and now she had her own office. Kyle worked in Walmart, but joined the military. 

       She got to the dull gray room, got a tack, and began her way back. The elevator was out of order, so she took the stairs back. Her room was different compared to the craft room. The walls were a light shade of blue, the bulletin board had a black and gold rim, the window seal was white, as well as the trim around the window, the ceiling, the door frame, and the trim going around the bottom of the room. Her desk was brown, the computer monitor was off, and the 'control center' as she called the big box she forgot the name of with the on button to the computer flashed different colors when turned on. There was a mirror on the door that reflected most of the small room. She left her rolly chair in front of the door for reasons not even she understands.The door she opened as soon as she reached it was white, and creaked when it was opened. The hallway around it was a soft blue.

        After she tacked the  letter to the board, she sighed. He'd been gone for three long years, and she couldn't wait to see him again.

     (MILES'S POV)

      As I finished writing the first chapter in the first draft, Denis rolly chaired up to me, the chair spinning in circles as he does so. 

       "Hey, Miles! What'ya do'n?" He said, enthusiastically, as he stopped right beside me and began to read.

       "My job, Den. What do you thing?" I said thing on purpose.

       "Thing?" He looked at me, confused. 

       "What?" I ask, trying not to laugh.

       "You said that on purpose didn't you?" The look of confusion was replaced with amusement.

       "Maybe, maybe not."

       He smiled at me. "Its good, Mile, could be better, but before you bother saying it, i'm aware it's the first draft."

       I chuckle. "So how have you been?"

       "Same as always. Anti-social, stressed, sleep deprived, but I managed three hours last night."

       "That's good. How long do you have until you have to leave?"

       "Thirty minutes. I made cookies."

       "Oh no!"

       For half an hour, we watched Netflix and ate cookies.

    (Clarification, Denis has hazel eyes, brown hair, always wears long sleeves, and miles has brown hair with purple tips, brown eyes, freckles, and wears short sleeves. They live in an apartment together.)

       What did you all think? Should I continue this, or throw it in the trash.