As the sound of the last bell echoed, through the corridors of Oxford, I got up to gather my things and place them in my bag and to finally begin walking towards my apartment. The entire day, I couldn't help but find myself, time to time, engrossed in thoughts of 'the mysterious writer', as I would call him. As I got up from my bench and hung my bag over my shoulders, I found my mind constantly demanding answers to questions like,

Who is he?

Do I know him?

Does he happen to be a lost friend, who had not spoken to me for a while?

What did he mean by 'you know me well'?

Was this clue thing for real? Like could these clues lead me to him?

Do I really need to give so much importance to this letter? I could simply ignore it and move on, studying for tests because that is more important.

I couldn't help myself more, with these thoughts arousing; I felt an urge of going back to 'my place' and going through the letter once again, just in case I could decipher more clues. Once and for all, I wasn't quite a mystery person, but I don't know why I felt a sudden interest to find out who this 'writer' was and get to him before he can reveal his identity.

I began walking down the street towards my apartment, with all sorts of thoughts making their way to my mind. For once, I felt as if someone was following me and I felt that for a large part of the time until I finally reached near my apartment building. I so wanted to turn and confront whoever was following me, but I felt if someone 'was' following me, it certainly wasn't a good idea to turn back and confront, he/she/they might be dangerous, I don't know what secret weapon they are carrying and I might end up defeated or in a worse state, since I happen to be completely alone, isolated, standing right on the streets of London.

So, I didn't turn back. I kept walking all the way upstairs, to my apartment. I reached my apartment's front door and reached for my keys into my pocket. I was about to unlock the door when my eyes laid elsewhere, and I found quite, a cute basket, with a few flowers, which seemed to be pink roses, some chocolates, and a teddy bear. (For a bonus, whoever this was, I loved 'pink roses'. I believe nothing in the world can beat 'pink roses'. I repeat 'nothing'.)

I happily picked up the beautifully decorated basket and placed it onto my center table. It was awfully sweet for someone to send me 'pink roses', I thought to myself. I rummaged through the contents of the basket and found myself some chocolates and an envelope.

Envelope?

Oh My God!!! Not again!!! If this is from the 'mysterious guy', it certainly isn't appreciated.

I quickly tore the envelope and pulled another letter out.

I thought this had ended. He wasn't lying when he said, 'you'd keep getting letters'.

And this is how it read,

To My Kayna,

(Okay!! So this has reached from 'Dear' to 'My'. Surely, it isn't a good sign.)

How was your day beautiful? I wish I could see you and show you my identity since you have been worried lately. I didn't want to be this eager and early, I mean, I didn't want to be sending you a 'second' letter right away, but I had to do this, just to make a few things clear. It has come to my notice that despite me telling you not to ask or tell anyone about it, you have broken the norms of this agreement and hence, I will not be providing you with clues today. I am a bit upset with your 'non – co-operation', but then again I believe I would've freaked out myself. I just want to tell you that don't be afraid of me, I am someone you know very well and I promise to God I will never hurt you.

I tried confessing last time. Seems like you didn't pay attention to it, so here it goes the second time. Kayna, my world, I love you with all my heart. I don't know if you know who am I or not? (yet ;D), but trust me if you and I were to be harmed, I would get myself through it twice, for you, you understand? I want 'us' to share the same chocolate bar. I will always be the one, you'd like to fight with, over your last slice of pizza and I'd fight for it, just so I could see you win. I am going to be your supporter throughout my life and I am ready to give you all that I have until it considers your happiness. For me, you are my only happiness, my only sunshine, my only sweetness, in a life full of bitterness and sourness.

I would keep you safe with me for my life.

(P.S. I have handpicked theses flowers, hope you like them😊 )

Yours'

Mysterious writer

I don't know why, but I was astounded. There were so many questions yet again.

How did this guy ever know, that I talked to someone, about this matter?

Until he had been following me and yes, that is where it struck me. I believed someone was following me.

Oh, God!! Stupid me!! I should have turned back and confronted this young 'gentleman' or maybe 'harshman' or whatever.

But if he knew and was following me, this could be dangerous. This letter was extremely sweet and cute just like last times' but this letter for sure meant that someone, was always keeping an eye on me, this thought brought chills down, my entire body. I was under observation, secretly.

What should I do?, was not even a question. I had to get to this writer before he gets to me and for that, I have to get these clues together. I decided I'd look into this matter all by myself. He wants no communication right? Fine then, no communication, no help from anyone. I can tackle this myself.

Heart – 'This letter was lit. He was so cute. I wish I could...'

Mind – 'Shut up!! Nothing is cute. Kayna, be serious, he might be dangerous...'

Heart – 'No Kayna, he wouldn't have sent you a cute letter, with some chocolates, a teddy bear and your favorite pink roses, if he was dangerous...'

Mind – 'But...'

Heart – 'Imagine those flowers are handpicked...'

Kayna – 'Shut up, both of you. I will see what I have to do. Please for once, 'sleep and let me sleep'.

With all these thoughts I slumped in my bed, with lastly popping chocolate that melted straight in my mouth like they were hand made and my head rested on my pillow, and I entered a sleepy zone. I told you, I was a sleepy head.

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