Michael placed a letter in Lukes mailbox, sunrise on the horizon, and Michael gave a smile to the sun rising. 

Hello Lucas,

how are you today? I liked your outfit yesterday. You are a really nice person. I am very sorry for not writting yesterday, it was wrong, I should of written you a letter. But yesterday, yesterday you met me. Yes, that was me, I decided that you should know. We met. But anyways. Todays reason, aye?

You have to stay alive, so people can hear your true talent. Yesterday, you sang so beautiful, like a Nightingale. I was so inspired and I was schocked. Luke you are truly beautiful. Maybe it isn't something you understand, but you really are. And I love you. I really do Lukey. You are special. My special little creatcure.

Luke chuckled a bit, realizing he knows his hero. Finally. And his hero called him beautiful, but that made Luke question himself. Was he special?

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For suburbanmuke 'cause she got me inspired, idk how. Thanks for that.

Anyways. I love you.