As the days go by, you start feeling less weird about invading Xavia's privacy. You start to think of it less as an agression to her personal life and more as you reading secretly through a reay good and really cheesy romantic story. You figured she might eventually write her crush's name in one of the letters. You now wait for the moment when she disappears along with her notebook, the moment you know there's a new letter within those pages, waiting for you to read it so that you can decipher its contents and, maybe, figure out who she's gone and fallen for this time.
Sr, N.
Hl gsv gsrmt rh, R gsrmp hlnvlmv rh ivzwrmt gsvhv. R wrhxlevivw nb mlgvyllp fkhrwv wldm rm nb yzt, blf pmld? Zmw zogslfts R xlfow qfhg hdrgxs gl dirgrmt gl blf rm nb kslmv (Dsrxs R'ev girvw), rg hlnvsld wlvhm'g hvvn zh hzgrhubrmt zmw ufouroormt zh gsrh rh. Zmw R xzm'g qfhg hglk dirgrmt gl blf, rg'h mld prmw lu z szyrg, blf pmld? Hlnvgsrmt gszg pvvkh nb hzmrgb grvw gltvgsvi rm kozxv. Ozgvob rg szh yvvm svoo vevibdsviv zilfmw nv, hl R wvxrwvw gl gsrmp z yrg yzxp (Yfg mlg nfxs, szsz) (Zohl bvh, R pmld yb svzig sld gl dirgv hgfuu vmxlwvw rm Zgyzhs, R'n gszg nfxs lu z mviw).
Hl R ivnvnyvivw gsv urihg grnv R ollpvw zg blf tl gsilfts gszg wlli, hzd blf vmgvi gsv xozhhilln, zmw gslftsg gl nbhvou "Slob Hsrg".
Rg dzh zxgfzoob mlg gszg olmt ztl. Xlfkov lu dvvph nzc. Blf ollpvw tlitvlfh. Blf dviv wivhhvw rm zoo yozxp orpv blf lugvm wl zmw blf szw gsv xfgvhg yvzmrv lm. Blfi yzmth dviv lm klrmg, gll. R gslftsg "Gszg rh lmv yvzfgrufo sfnzm yvrmt".
...Gsvm "R'w gzk gsv ufxp lfg lu gszg". Zzzmw gsvm R dzmgvw gl gzpv rg yzxp rnnvwrzgvob. R dzmgvw gsv tilfmw gl hdzoold nv irtsg gsviv, yvxzfhv dszg R szw qfhg gslftsg, gsv dzb R szw qfhg ivuviivw gl blf, vevm ru rg dzh qfhg uli nbhvou.
R wlm'g vevm gib gl ivkivhh rg zmbnliv. R qfhg dirgv zmw ovg rg uold, dzrgrmt fmgro rg vevmgfzoob uzwvh zdzb.
Dirgrmt gl blf rh lmv lu gsv yvhg xlkrmt nvxszmrhnh R szev.
Blf ziv jfrgv orgvizoob hzermt nb oruv.
Gszmp blf uli vcrhgrmt, N.
Hrmxvivob,
Nv.
"What is this?" You stare at the seemingly random letters, dumbfounded. Was that some kind of joke? Was it supposed to have been since the first day?
You feel tears stinging at the back if your eyes.
Maybe you had though, even just for a second, that it was possible that she... No. How stupid of you. Not thinking, you angrily rip off the page and stuff it in your coat pocket. You rub the tears off your eyes and decide to give her an equally cold treatment from now on.

***

..Yeah, it's Atbash.
I couldn't think of a way to write that in, Matt is so fucking angry and not thinking at all. I'm sorry.
Have a blast.
_Kai..