MADNESS: 10 pts.
THOUGHTS: Dammit, don't lock up now!! Just say it! bạn is right there!
SKETCHBOOK: A simple pencil sketch of bạn smiling as they hold Howard's love letter.For once, the dreams aren't what kept Howard up all night. Piles upon piles of crumpled papers back in his dorm are the only assurance he has that the carefully-sealed letter in his hands isn't a bunch of drivel. He even used his favorite seal on the wax, treating it as if it were some magic spell to help the words inside reach their full effect. Hoping you, his dear bạn, would read it and understand just how truly special you are to him. Hoping that his feelings will be requited, and perhaps maybe a happy ending might be achieved...
Ka-thump, ka-thump, ka-thump.
The letter trembles in Howard's shaking hands as he waits outside of the main building. A creep and a stalker he is not, but he may have memorized a bit too much of your schedule to make absolutely sure you would pass by this part of campus today. Too much? Yes, perhaps it is. If you ever take note of it, Howard internally swears that he'll apologize profusely. But that doesn't matter right now! What does matter is that his heart starts beating faster when he sees you drawing nearer. Oh dear. Oh goodness gracious. He looks presentable, right? The smell of the cologne his father had sent him for good luck isn't too potent?
Howard takes a deep breath, quickly smoothing out his hair. He approaches you...only for his words to die in his throat halfway through speaking.
"bạn! I-I...!"
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