Dear Starboy (REWRITTEN)

Postcode Baby

It had been two days since the waterfall voyage. Tom had been drowning in homework and Tord had been his personal cheerleader, singing to him and telling him about stars through the window.

Tom always had his headphones pulled over his ears as tord passionately rambled about astrology. Tord didn't care if his friend never listened, it helped him relax. But truth be told Tom heard every word. His headphones were always silent, no music rushing to his ears. The music wasn't even turned on.

"And my favourite constellation is definitely Gemini." Tord said as he bobbed his head around, cheerily chirping about constellations. Tom had no idea what Tord was talking about but he found it cute and they both didn't mind Tord rambling on about the stars.

"That's real nice Tord." Tom said, acting like he didn't care about what Tord was talking about. Truth be told, he did care. He cared a lot, especially about Tord. But he would never in his life admit that.

"Yeah." Tord said before he tugged at the woollen sleeves on his cardigan. The sunset was a mellow coral pink with watercolour splashes of orange and blue. The moon was merely a faded white circle, overshadowed by fluffy clouds.

"I like to think the stars brought us together, the reason to get me here." Tord said with a hopeful smile.

"I like to think it was the moving truck."

"So uninspiring, kittyboy."

"Do you want to hear something else?"

"Certainly. What do you think happens when we die?"

"Reincarnation."

"Really?"

"Yeah, we all come back to live another life."

"How sweet." Tord said. Tom tilted his face to meet Tord's. He seemed to be deep in thought but he still managed to hold a lazy grin. Tom didn't really find it sweet. He just wanted something to believe in, something to feel comforted by.

"what do you think happens?" Tom asked Tord, to see what his opinion on the situation was. Tord lightly swayed his body to the right and he leaned on his sunkissed red windowsill.

"I've told you, stars." Tord reminded Tom. Tom remembered their early conversation about being a star when you die. He felt silly for having to forget that.

"Oh yeah. You're a loyal believer in fate and stars." Tom reasurred Tord that he had remembered everything. For all Tord could have known was that Tom just had a brain tumor moment.

"Of course." Tord said, flashing Tom another one of his typical smiles. Tom snickered and turned away, sliding his books from his desk into his navy backpack. Tord blew out the flickering white vanilla candle beside him before giving Tom a mock salute.

"Night kittyboy." Tom wished Tord a good night.

"Night starboy." Tord said before they both walked to their beds.

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"Tom! Post!" The Brit moaned loudly into his pillow before dragging himself downstairs to collect whatever had arrived. His mother passed him as he approached the door. A small black envelope poked out the golden letter box. He hastily snatched it up before returning to his room to continue his pointless sleep. A small black rectangular envelope, nothing special. Inside was a blue sheet of paper, covered entirely in indigo cursive writing. The letter read,

"Dear Tom,

I know you but you don't know my true identity. Maybe that's for the best. I guess you could say I'm your secret admirer. And since I don't have the guts to confront you in person, I'll try on paper. Here are some reasons why I love you: