A Letter To You [SunMork]

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Mork POV

Nothing surprising, I kept looking down on the last line in the letter, which I put almost two weeks earlier.

The only surprising thing is that someone had written down on my letter,

"__ it's better not to be changed."

It doesn't matter to me, who the devil has gotten his/her hands on my letter? as, of course! I can't say that it's a private letter, which it is. However it's not addressed to anyone, hence, I don't have a tiny dart of anger to berating that person. And not to forget that I also don't have any reason. When I wrote it, I added a few lines, how desperately I wanted to get a reply, which I wasn't hoping neither I cared.

When I went to the library earlier to put a letter and took out the last one.

I saw the letter without the envelope, it was uncontaminated shocking that someone has got hands in my letter. Forthwith, I unfolded to know that if it genuinely was my letter. Since I have been putting letters, the anticipation of getting my letter in someone else 's has been in my mind always.

It's abundantly foolish, that someone had written it. I meant we are not in some pen pal world.

Let's just postulate things, first off, it is out of the question for anyone to know that this letter belongs to me unless that person happened to be a stalker or a telepathic folk.

Let's be in the real world and there is no telepathic folk.

It's not impossible for someone stalking. however, I would disregard the idea of it as,

that person had written to me. If he had known me. I would hardly consider receiving the same words. and the one person who knows about it wouldn't be writing to me.

On this assumption, I have concluded that no one knows about whose letter this letter belongs. So, I can take a breath of relief, as no one knows what foolish things I'm doing.

"How long are we going to sit here like a grasshopper?"

Strangely adequate, the quest of this needless tale of mine camouflaged as the bleat utterance made by the person who was sitting opposite of me.

It's in early August, we are sophomores, computer science students. I'm in the folk music club room with the other three members of the club.

Rain; Kao; Pete; and me. Rain is the drummer, Kao is the keyboardist, Pete and I are the base player.

The people in the club are sluggish, we aren't in the custom of practicing, which is enough to define that this club's members are good for nothing.

In absence of a lack of members or I should say having no members, Rain dragged me with his two friends of highschool to establish the music club in the first year.

The metaphor was preciously interpreted our club, it should be named lazy folks club instead of the folk music club.

"Then, what do you want to do, collect food like an ant?" A rhetorical question remarked by Pete sarcastically with his smug smile.

Though, It's not believable that we can collect food like an ant.

However Kao disregarded his sarcasm and said gravely enough to make us get in our heads, I hardly believe although.

"We can prepare for coming orientation, and we haven't done anything and, how can we get new members by not doing anything."

"Hahahaha!" The sudden laugh of Rain, aka our club president, made us look at him who was reading a comic, sitting beside me.

"I can't believe that the president is like that. Then, what we are expecting," I said dramatically as I closed the book.

"There is no need for this club to exist." Kao made a sensible statement, without any dispute, anyone can agree with him.

Rain stared at us as if the hell I would let you do that!

"Don't be like that, guys. I have thought about it."

After the club activity, we headed for the class, Rain instructed us to work on lyrics for each of us, whoever will do best. We will perform it at school orientation, which will attract many freshers to join our club.

Morning classes passed in obscure and students headed to the cafeteria for lunch.

I never did great in the study and have been an average person always in my studies. As being the youngest member of the family, I never find any pressure to do something great or so ambitious. I'm unlike my brother. Having Been compared to my elder brother Preciously no one can feel better. Nonetheless, having an elder brother also made my life cozier as I never have to concern about the family business.

However, inadvertently, I studied hard in my 12th grade, And I ended up in this elite university. Which is still a surprising fact for some people, like my father.

"Huh! you are a nerd, but don't look like one."

Stated Rain as he sits across me on the cafeteria bench for lunch. And I was reading a detective novel while eating.

"So, what do I look like?" Without bothering to glimpse at him.

"Hmm, Yesterday's fights again earned you one more scar on your face. You often get in fights." He paused as if he needed a dramatic background soundtrack for him to continue. I glanced at him, "Say it." He grinned and told me before bursting into a laugh "like a thug."

"I'm not a thug, but yes, I do thug shit."

I smiled, and once again focused on my novel and lunch.

After a night a class around 7 pm. I returned to my dorm. I took the shower and changed into PJs.

I stared at the letter, for a while considering. I put it aside and take a new piece of blank paper and a fountain blue pen to write back.

Sun POV

"Why would you say something like that when you even don't know me?"

"And, If you received it, and want to give any reply, just put the letter in the morning."

It was peculiar to me, but I wrote something in that letter and put it next in the early morning before going to the club activity. and even more peculiar that after it the next day, after the classes I went to look if there really is someone putting the letter. And exceedingly strange enough, after reading it. It is happening. And the only question is why?

I take a new blank paper and a pen and begin to write.

"If I have to guess, then, I'm sure enough that you aren't some kind of runaway criminal from the prison."

"Even if you are saying that, Then, you can tell me, who are you? And even more, why did you write an anonymous letter and put it in the book of the library. Where no one touches them. Or I should say that's why you put it there because no one touches those books. Nonetheless, I mistakenly ended up getting my hands on your letter now. One more question: did you know me? And Playing some kind of game?"

It crossed my mind if he/she is writing someone else and mistakenly I read it, However, I can't make my sound too desperate to know. From reading his/her letter, it doesn't even sound offended as it should be as I had broken the fence of someone's privacy. so, perhaps, this person knows me?

Consistently, I looked at the paper, what I wrote, the last line doesn't make sound reasonable. But I have to ask even if it sounds unreasonable.