Salutations, Since the night I wrote the letter, I sat in my room questioning under the pale moon. I withered in my tidal patterned blankets and a sense of loneliness. I was thinking about cutting my cute blue hair off and letting my brown roots grow in. Until. That same night, a girl with red hair, the sun as of currently, extended her hand to me. Her heart-shaped eyes didn't seek anything but someone to listen. She was like a ray of light compared to me, almost like I needed her, just for a fleeting moment. We talked for a moment. She talked about ink, and how it could stain her hands, looking to my ink stained hands, she asked if I liked it as well. I unfortunately said no, these hands were stained with something I couldn't place my finger on. But she continued chatting. The moon was still high above the sky as she continued talking about the next sunrise, and with her, I felt like I was going to that next sunrise. She looked bright and cheery to me, with only the Earth separating us. Sure, she was 400 times bigger than me, but we still laughed. On the night I wrote the letter, I didn't cut my blue hair. I didn't want to anymore. I felt brighter for a minute. I guess the moon really does reflect the sun's rays... To the girl that chatted with me that night when i was at my lowest. If it weren't for you, I don't know where I would be. - No longer the Cain to my own Abel, Simon.
