A Letter to Home

[theheroics]

Sender: Zack Fair
To: All
Subject: No Subject (Backdated to the first week)

[ Words that begin to appear in the journals are written slowly, as if with intent. The handwriting is... coherent at best at this slower pace, but every word is coming in gradually and seemingly with more frustration.

Guess who thinks this is just a plain ol' journal to use? ]

Dear Aeir
What's up!?
Hello! Hey th———

Hey Aerith.
Hope things are going well?? good for you

[ UGH ]

Sorry it's taken so long for me to write back... I know youve been waiting a long time
I can't call right now but soon, okay?
how are the flowers? you swimming in gil yet?
Theirs theres lots of weird stuff going on that I'll explain when I get back.
So... yeah. See you soon
Regard [ No that was SO STUPID ]
bye

[ The words at the bottom of the page are suddenly cut out, as if completely disregarded or tossed away.

But seconds later another one appears: ]

Hello!

[ Nope that one is gone, too. ]

Comments

[kikuichi]

I'm an old man. As far as I see, a lot of you folks are kids to me. Uhahaha!

Hopefully, you'll be able to send that letter of yours. Just not with these books.

[theheroics]

nah being old is a mindset! if you feel young, you are young!!

not sure how i could even get it to her if i could. this bein a dream world and all

[kikuichi]

But what if I feel old? I try my best to keep up with you lively youngsters!

[He can, actually.]

I don't know if anyone try that. This is a dream world, I imagine things work differently.

[Can the hypothetically letter appear over there? Since it's probably made of dreams... or something.]

[theheroics]

trying is half of the battle! just try not to hurt your back of anything. and lemme know if you need help across the street

[ He pauses before replying back, thinking about the words written out in front of him. ]

suppose youre right... guess i could give it a try and see if itll reach her
i mean maybe shes dreaming about me to?

[kikuichi]

I'll try! If I do need help, I'll ask for your aid, kid.

[Hm. What can he say? He doesn't know the answer. All they have is faith in their beliefs.]

Perhaps. I don't know what your lovely friend is like, only you do. You can probably imagine the answer to that question, yes?