A short fic inspired by Dan's 9th Inktober entry!   Link to her blessing of an artwork: https://twitter.com/pledishoujo/status/785095814318206980

“Lost. Alone. That's me without your presence. Without your guidance. Please promise me we'll never be torn apart.” “But what if he leaves you? What if he one day won't be with you?” “Let's just make sure that won't happen.”

When the postman accidentally sent a love letter to the wrong address.

Life doesn't always go the way you planned it to be. No matter how much efforts you put into the future, sometimes, life is such a rebel. The one you loved at first doesn't automatically mean that person's the last. If you find another, that second one is always much more precious to you. Why? Because why did you go for a second choice if you already have your original one? Did the original one lack love? Attention? Second chances are worth a grab. And he did grab his second cha