..Since I no longer have a word minimum to fill in (ref. A/N in the last chapter), this is the last chapter. I hope you enjoy it..

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You sneak Xavia's notebook out of her bag and snap a picture of the letter, making sure to put it back with the cover facing the back, as if to let her know you got her message.
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As soon as you get home you go to your computer and start decrypting the letter. When you finish and read it, you feel like crying.
"Hi, M.
So the thing is, I think someone is reading these. I discovered my notebook upside down in my bag, you know? And although I could just switch to writing to you in my phone (Which I've tried), it somehow doesn't seem as satisfying and fulfilling as this is. And I can't just stop writing to you, it's now kind of a habit, you know? Something that keeps my sanity tied together in place. Lately it has been hell everywhere around me, so I decided to think a bit back (But not much, haha) (Also yes, I know by heart how to write stuff encoded in Atbash, I'm that much of a nerd).
So I remembered the first time I looked at you go through that door, saw you enter the classroom, and thought to myself "Holy Shit".
It was actually not that long ago. Couple of weeks max. You looked gorgeous. You were dressed in all black like you often do and you had the cutest beanie on. Your bangs were on point, too. I thought "That is one beautiful human being".
...Then "I'd tap the fuck out of that". Aaand then I wanted to take it back immediately. I wanted the ground to swallow me right there, because what I had just thought, the way I had just referred to you, even if it was just for myself.
I don't even try to repress it anymore. I just write and let it flow, waiting until it eventually fades away.
Writing to you is one of the best coping mechanisms I have.
You are quite literally saving my life.
Thank you for existing, M.
Sincerely,
Me."
But is "M" supposed to be who you think it is?
M...
... As in Martin?
... As in Maximilian?
... As in Mathea?

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The day after you storm into the classroom with your short hair still dripping over your tank top and go straight to where Xavia is sitting, absentmindedly typing on her phone.
"You know it's really rude to play a prank like that on your gay frie—" you're interrupted by lips crashing over yours, giving into the kiss almost immediately and grabbing your friend by the waist as she holds your face tightly, like she was afraid that you would pull away. Eventually it is her who breaks the kiss for air and gasps "What prank?"

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..I'M SO SORRY IF THE END WAS KIND OF SHIT IT'S LIKE 4AM JESUS CHRIST
Buuut anyway, that was the ending of Letters to you, I hope you enjoyed the story. If you did like it please leave a comment with your thoughts and check out my other stories! (Also maybe share it with a friend you think may like it too?) Thanks so much for reading the whole thing, it really means so much :)

Kai..