⌨︎𝚂𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢: 𝙰𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚢𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚜⌨︎

⌨︎𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜⌨︎

The black-haired man was writing the essay for one of his classes, every once in a while he read a little from the subject book in order to correct certain things at work. He paused for a moment, leaned back in his chair, and smiled.

Wow, you've changed a lot, but it was for the better, he thought.

Since that Joker event, he decided that he was going to really change and do what was necessary to reach that goal that he longed for so much. At the beginning  it was not easy, going to therapy brought back very bad memories with the authorities, it took a long time for him to be able to talk freely about his emotions with the psychologist, concentrate on his studies, interact with more people, in short... everything.

In the previous session the specialist had told him that he had made some progress but that it was a great start, he felt good to begin to understand himself and take time for him.

Apparently he could finally say that his life was improving, he sighed calmly and again took the book to continue with the task but apparently his plans would have to change, since an already known envelope came out of the book.

Sure, how to forget it? he thought when he saw it.

He take the envelope but he did not open it, he dedicated himself to observing it for a while. He remembers hating the school activity at first but now that he was getting to know better the person he was exchanging letters with it was... different, too much could be said.

He liked this dynamic and there was no way to deny it, receiving that paper and reading every written word, he made him feel calm? Or perhaps anxious? Perhaps a mixture of both?

He honestly would not know how to describe it, he could only say that it was nice to talk to someone without the need for prejudice and discover certain similarities.

"It can't be... Are you in love!?"

Seraphina's words came to him vaguely, did he? In love? craps, or can it be? but how?; He did not remember to having any slight attraction to another person he had seen.

He put his hand on his chin thoughtfully then his eyes went back to the letter, had he fallen in love with his secret friend? Or he gave him what he calls "The Reader's Syndrome", since he easily fell in love with characters in the novels he read.

Although in this case it was different, if we take into account that he would meet the person in the middle of the semester.

He could still remember the times that he fell in love with someone when he was a little younger, first it was a girl and then a boy, the feeling that talking with that person produced was something similar but not to an extreme point.

He laid his head on the palm of his hand, he was somewhat confused, a part of him claimed to be in love while the other claimed to feel something else. It was so complicated.

He couldn't compare the feeling of warmth that was brought to him, he smiled at him, maybe he should investigate further before jumping to conclusions. It was the most sensible and logical thing to do.

A small discomfort in his abdomen snapped him out of his thoughts.

—Oh no,—he said and hugged himself onto his stomach. —Not the butterflies!