I hadn't received a letter since the day before the maid cafe event. Not that I'd been counting(13 by the way).
I'd never intended to reciprocate the sender's feelings. It felt dishonest when I was already engaged in my longtime crush/situation ship with Kay. Yet the empty, aching feeling in my chest grew heavier each time I found my locker empty or my textbooks ungarnished.
My eyes lingered on soft pastels and hand written names across envelopes.
When Cherry handed me the envelope containing my bonus check for the event I stared at my name on the paper. The admirer wrote my name so lightly, all gentle lines and soft swoops. I could feel the care poured into every stroke of the pen. The pad of my thumb brushed across the indentation of Cherry's careless scrawl wistfully.
