"Who's there?"
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"It's me Toris." Called out the cold voice as the figure stretched out his arm. At the time Toris could not see who it was, all he could make out was soulless purple eyes and a tall stature of a man. A man he knew too well. Ivan.
Toris tried to swallow himself on the spot as simply the sight of his previous pain made him relapse into all the memories. These had only been created a month ago, but that was enough. The school bully who couldn't help himself to pick on the new kid. His rampage had died down considerably as soon as he got a boyfriend. A boy by the name of Yao. They seemed happy together and thus Ivan had ignored all his victims.

"Why...............Why are you here!" Toris screamed. Whether it was to himself or Ivan was unknown to him, but he didn't care. He pushed himself up and ran. Ran as fast as he could until he could no longer feel the deathly aura leaking out of the Russian's body.

When Toris finally managed to run the whole way home he was much calmer. He checked his mail and behold, another letter from Feliks.

To my dear Toris,

I'm, like, going to be in America with you in about one month and I can't, like, wait. I haven't slept in the past 3 days I'm so happy!! I can't believe that my dad actually got a job near where you live! It's like, 3am right now and I just cannot sleep!

But why aren't you replying anymore? Are you too busy to read my letters anymore? Is there someone who has replaced me? I want to know? Am I sending these to the wrong address? Just please, reply to me Liet.

Drop

I miss you and I need you. Why won't you answer all my questions? Am I not good enough for you anymore? Why Toris why?

Drop

I've wanted to tell you this for a while now.

I love you.

And not in the best friend kind of way, but, like, actual love. Like, gay love. I don't care what you think of me after this an I don't mind if you never want to see me again. Just please reply. I need to know.

From Feliks

The tears flowed like rivers out of the Lithuanians orbs. This had been all that he needed to read. He ran inside and pulled out a sheet of paper and wrote down the one thing that needed to be said.

I love you too.

Toris

That was it. He sealed the envelope addressed it and sent it. Hopefully it would get there on time before the Polish man moved.

"Please, let it make it." Toris whispered to himself as he began the walk to the post office. As his speed gradually quickened he crashed into something. A French man, Francis Bonnefoy. "Oh! Sorry Francis." The brown haired male said and as he was about to leave a hand caught his wrist with a firm and yet strangely soft grip. "Are you okay mon amie?"
"Yeah, I'm just in a hurry."
"For what?"
"My friend is moving here in one month!"
"A friend? Like in that way?" Francis said nudging Toris slightly.
"Umm......I don't know."

"But I love him."