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TITLE | Dear, Billie Blue
FACE CLAIM | Dianna Agron
OC NAME | Billie Blue
LOVE INTEREST | Sebastian Stan
SUMMARY |

❝In a letter I received from you I noticed a comma in the middle of the phrase. It changed the meaning. Did you intend this? One stroke and you've consumed my waking days.❞

Billie Blue preferred to write letters. It was personal, a sense of herself rooted deep within pen marks and misspelled words. A hobby inspired by the love letters sent between her great-grandparents, then her grandparents. And ever since she read those letters for the first time, she began to love writing them. From her family to her friends, even to strangers.

Billie left letters around New York, her address scratched carefully on the inside of the letter for someone to return a letter. A few people responded, romantic feelings scratched in pen markings on different kinds of papers. From the most expensive with careful thoughts to napkins with the most hardest secrets. They were all romantic, in a sense. And she kept all of them in a trunk in her home.

Until that letter. A letter enclosed in a yellowed envelope and written in copy paper, the words carefully scratched in black pen:
Dear Billie Blue,
I read your letter and thought it would be nice to send one back.
My name is Sebastian. I also want a friend to talk to.

OTHERS |

Billie Blue is her real name. Her mother liked how it sounded together so she decided to name her Billie, middle name Francesca, last name Blue.

Her great-grandparents used to send love letters to each other, from their younger days to when they were old. Billie found them while searching through her grandmother's things when she was around ten. Yellowed letters full of neat, cursive writing that confessed love and pain, joy and sorrow. From the death of her great-great grandmother to the wedding of her great-grandmother's sister, to when they adopted a dog together and named him Roger after the neighbour that treated them so kindly.

Her grandmother found her reading the letters, laughed, and told her all about how her own mother loved to send letters to her father. Even when they lived in the same house. She read the letters to Billie, a high-pitched voice for her mother and a gruff one for her father. And Billie Blue loved it, to the point where she began to write letters of her own.

Letter after letter, the writing from scratchy to a neat cursive that showed she tried hard to perfect her penmanship. From family members that lived in the same city, to those that moved across the country. From friends that lived right across the street to those that moved away through childhood. They were diaries, reminders of how she and they felt.

For her Fourteenth Christmas, her birthday present was an expensive stationary kit with a her very own wax seal. A honey bee, that could be stamped in a honeyed yellow or an ocean blue. She has used that wax seal for years, and she still won't buy a new one because it's a reminder of her grandfather.

After she moved out of home and moved to New York, both because she wanted and because of university, she continued to write letters. Not just to family and friends, but strangers as well. She hid letters all around her neighbourhood and places she visited, from museums to coffee shops to even several of the books stores and bodegas. A simple little secret, a small bit of information to make whomever read it want to answer back. Little did, and she knew the rest were probably thrown into waste bins with other secrets and broken hearts.

Until one letter arrives. The letter. A letter that made her feel as if she were connecting with someone who was a lot like her. It read:

Dear Billie Blue,
I found your letter at the MET, right at the corner of the pillar that held Rodin's Hand of God. It was a strange thing to find a letter in a museum, especially so early in the morning.

My name is Sebastian, I also want a friend in whom I can trust many things in. My line of work is hard, back-breaking in a sense. Fun, but exhausting. Like most careers. But, I like to think I'm one of those that made it big in this line of work.

Do you really like to send letters to strangers? Is your name really Billie Blue, because it sounds as if you need to release a jazz album with a name like that.

Sincerely,
Sebastian

And Billie Blue, being a lover of letters, responded.

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