Still, he's slow to reach up to that pocket again. He unzips it and tugs the folded thing. It feels like pulling out his heart. Perhaps for that reason, he doesn't unfold it.
Still, even like that, it's clear the letter's already faced some damage. There are torn edges, fingerprints that are clearly bloodied, one corner so bad that the ink's bled through in an indecipherable mess. Seeing it still brings a pang.]
... Was just me... and this letter... when I woke up... didn't think... was careless... But I didn't ruin... all of it... Kept it safe since...
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[It could be safe. He could stop worrying.
Still, he's slow to reach up to that pocket again. He unzips it and tugs the folded thing. It feels like pulling out his heart. Perhaps for that reason, he doesn't unfold it.
Still, even like that, it's clear the letter's already faced some damage. There are torn edges, fingerprints that are clearly bloodied, one corner so bad that the ink's bled through in an indecipherable mess. Seeing it still brings a pang.]
... Was just me... and this letter... when I woke up... didn't think... was careless... But I didn't ruin... all of it... Kept it safe since...