[The letter arrives addressed to "Teacher". The handwriting on both the envelope and the parchment within is clean and purposeful, with delicate spacing. It is clearly written by someone who had both been trained in handwriting and had spent time considering and choosing the words the words inked there.]
Teacher,
This week is my sixteenth birthday. People will gather at the beach on Friday a bit before the sun sets. The part of the beach near where you found me.
I am not sure what will happen there as I've never had a birthday before. But I understand that the people you care about and care for you in return are supposed to gather together to be happy that you were born. I suppose it's a way for humans to acknowledge and be happy for their own existence.
I was happy to be alive when we lived together for the first time. Teacher is someone I cared for. No one ever had looked after me like that before. Now, I don't even know if he was real. I try not to think about it yet I think about it at night when I try to think of nothing at all.
If Teacher is real, he's invited to attend the party because I still care for him. Maybe the answer, to lay it all to rest, will be a gift.
a letter delivered to the bone house
Teacher,
This week is my sixteenth birthday. People will gather at the beach on Friday a bit before the sun sets. The part of the beach near where you found me.
I am not sure what will happen there as I've never had a birthday before. But I understand that the people you care about and care for you in return are supposed to gather together to be happy that you were born. I suppose it's a way for humans to acknowledge and be happy for their own existence.
I was happy to be alive when we lived together for the first time. Teacher is someone I cared for. No one ever had looked after me like that before. Now, I don't even know if he was real. I try not to think about it yet I think about it at night when I try to think of nothing at all.
If Teacher is real, he's invited to attend the party because I still care for him. Maybe the answer, to lay it all to rest, will be a gift.
Yours,
Kaworu Nagisa