𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋; 𝑨𝑲𝑨𝒁𝑨

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" PROLOGUE "

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Dear [y/n],

I hope everything is okay
on your end. You promised
to write to me every day, yet
it has been three months since
your last letter. I turned thirteen
yesterday (unlucky number, yuck.)
and was hoping to receive a birthday
letter from you. But it looks like you
have forgotten. Are you that busy
with your new life that you couldn't
even wish your little sister a happy
birthday? Just kidding! I am sure you
have your reasons. Though I cannot
help but notice you have been
quieter than usual. Did something
happen? It's Ryotaka, isn't it? Is he
being mean to you? I knew that man
was too good to be true. You know,
right after you left, I heard mom
and dad talking and found out that
the reason they forced you to marry
him was because he's from a really
really really rich family. Is that true?
If so, could you give me some money
the next time we meet? Just kidding!
(not really) Anyway! I miss you so
much. Hurry up and tell me when
you're free, so we can hang out
together again! (I've got so much to
tell you!)

Lots of love,

Reya ♡

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SENTIMENTAL
( akaza x fem!reader )

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" A TALE SPUN FOR THOSE WHO YEARN,
FOR LOVE THAT IN DREAMS THEY DISCERN.
A FANTASY WOVEN TO FLEE REALITY'S TETHER,
WHERE 'HAPPILY EVER AFTER' ISN'T THE END,
BUT RATHER. " 

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Dear Reya,

...

The scratching sound emitting from the tip of your fountain pen scraping against the paper filled the quiet room as you wrote your response. Your handwriting was not as neat as you wanted it to be, but you had no time to waste on such a trivial matter.

Your husband would be home soon, and you hoped to finish writing this letter before his return. Your pace quickened as you recalled the last time he caught you writing a letter to your younger sister. You shuddered just thinking about what had happened that night.

As you reached the end of your letter, signing off with your name, you heard the front door open and a familiar voice echoing through the hallway.

Tossing the pen aside, you hastily folded the piece of paper, not bothering to ensure the folds were even. You snatched an envelope you had prepared beforehand, off the side of your desk, and shoved the letter inside before sliding it beneath your pillow.

The door to your room bursts open just as you laid the pillow back down, successfully hiding it from him.

"I think we should normalize knocking in this house." You spoke in a monotonous voice, concealing the surge of panic coursing through your veins.

"Enough with the smart-talking." His voice was stern and unwavering when he spoke. "What are you up to now?" His gaze travelled from your face to your hand resting on the pillow.