Kapitel 169: letter

Lucian pulled the letter out of his pocket, the crisp fold of the paper catching on his fingertips. He stared at it for a long moment, as though the words inside might burn him.

Sitting up from his bed, he swung his legs down, letting them dangle over the edge. His shoes brushed lightly against the floor, but he didn't notice. His focus was on the letter.

"Haaa…" he exhaled quietly, running his fingers over the edge of the paper. "What do you think, Max? Will it be… a good thing?"

[Host,] Max's voice came softly in his head, tinged with a rare seriousness. [It's alright. I can see they're trying. But it's also understandable that you're struggling to accept them after… well, everything.] Max paused, sighing. [Just look inside, Host. I'm curious too. Let's hope it's something good.]

Lucian let out a small, humorless chuckle. "Hmmm," he murmured faintly, his heart doing a strange little flip in his chest.