A/N: I wrote this before 09/30/2014. I was apprehensive of posting it at that time, but now, I finally found the courage to do so. This is my last epistle as a SONE. I had pondered on giving up on writing, but then, I remembered the struggles and sleepless nights penning those stories and stringing those plots. So, can I be a non-fan and still write? Yes. And that was how I now came to be. So, on the revelation of that specific video, I guess it's just timely for me to share this drabble.

The writer of the letter was me. You can chose who means to read it. :)

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A knock resounds at the front door, catching their attention. Feet clamor to support their weight before they scurry to see who it was. Door creaks open only to find none on the other side. They look left and then right, but the empty hallway and the stifling silent air is all that greets them. They were about to close the door when they notice the parcel on the floor.

Hands take the white envelope. Eyes examine the paper only to note one hasty scribble.

For YOU.

Curiosity takes hold as they close the door shut. Fingers fiddle with the paper, tearing the seal, and slipping out the epistle.

Hey!

A casual greeting? Who wrote this? How did they know their address?!

How are you doing? Hope you’re eating well and living well. You might wonder who I am and how I knew you. Well, you see, I used to watch you have fun together on TV. I enjoyed your shows, by the way. And no. I do not mean to harm you nor stalk you at this point. That’s why I simply knocked at your door and left this letter.

Why?

Well, I’m writing this letter to express my gratitude to you. And you might wonder what kind of miracle you had performed back then when you were on top, but it was simple. You see, you might not have known me personally, but you have shown me the way to living.

Thank you for saving my life.

 I used to be a no body, but you helped me b