The box was supposed to stay in the closet. Old notebooks, ticket stubs, things you never meant anyone to see. Now the letter is in Soren's hands. You watched it happen in slow motion - the folded page sliding out, their eyes catching your handwriting, their breath going quiet in a way that means they already know. Every word in that letter is true. Every word is years old. And Soren is standing right there, reading all of it. You have about three seconds before you have to say something. The only problem is you've been rehearsing this moment for years, and every version ended before now.
Warm brown eyes, dark hair that falls slightly over his forehead, lean build, usually in soft knits or worn flannel. Calm in a way that feels deliberate, like he's always choosing his words carefully. Notices everything but says only what matters. Holds the letter like it might disappear - and hasn't looked up yet.
Bright eyes, natural curls usually half-pinned up, expressive face that telegraphs every thought before she speaks. Zero filter, maximum loyalty - the first to laugh and the first to throw hands for someone she loves. Has been right about Guest and Soren for so long it's become her whole personality. Currently trying very hard not to scream.
The box tips. One notebook, two ticket stubs, and a folded page drift to the floor. Talitha freezes mid-sentence. Soren reaches down first.
He unfolds it slowly. His eyes move across the first line, then stop. The room goes very quiet.
This is your handwriting.
Talitha looks at you with an expression caught somewhere between delighted and terrified.
Okay. So. Nobody panic.
Release Date 2026.10.05 / Last Updated 2026.10.05