The package was left on the step outside of the front door. Haphazardly wrapped, and with a sealed note, it contains a gold bangle scattered with sapphires. The accompanying note is a little crumpled and crudely written.
Leto,
I want to. After we spoke, I wanted to.
I don’t know what to say to you. I feel like I somehow managed to fuck this all up, and now in the morning I’m leaving, and liklihood is I’m not coming home. Which means that you should have this thing...I was hanging on to it because I thought it was too… Because it felt too intimate a gift, but fuck it. I saw it and I thought of you.
And just so you know you might think you like Maleos but he would bore you to tears. And maybe you were right before when you said I was jealous. Like with everything else I caught on a bit too late I guess.
Whatever happens, have this as a token of my affection for you. Too late and imperfect delivery, but there you go. You are weird, and your brother probably is arranging my demise even as you read this, but I don't want you to be weird with anyone else. I'll stay up and watch the stars with you.
I’ll miss you.
S
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