The early morning coolness sends chills down my spine as I get out of bed and tiptoe out the door, careful not to wake up anyone.
The time catches me off guard. It's currently 5:30 AM, too early than normal. Too early to stop dreaming. I go back upstairs and crawl into bed, boredom and dread seeping through me when I realize that I'm wide awake now.
As if on moment's notice, I reach down under my bed and take out a shoe box, dust coating the top from from being untouched for 3 months.
My memories. The letters. The clues I still can't piece together. Maybe I can try again.
So with a heavy heart, I open the lid and take out the first letter.
And then I start to read.
YOU ARE READING
From, You [Editing]
Short StoryDear Quinn, Hi, you may think you don't know me but you do. I may or may not have taken my time to write this letter for you. I also may or may not be a creepy stalker lurking in the shadows, watching your every move. You choose. But...
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