Short Narrative: Thanks To You
Thank you to the person who left me a message today on a horoscope app. The one who when I first met them went by a different username. You lingered in my life since 2013, even though you may not have known it. Your stories were the first to intrigue me when I first joined Wattpad.
I remember the time I cried over your story as soon as I got off the bus. I finished one of your works just as my the bus got to my stop, I held back the emotions the best I could. And as soon as that bus pulled away I released it all. I wish I remembered which one it was, but unfortunately that specific detail has faded. But what I do remember is how your writing made me feel.
I was just Warrior back then, a special string of numbers following it that have since died away. A couple years later those special numbers were then replaced with my name. Now changed to Lullaby, a requiem to the stories and memories I built. Yet, I still find it amusing that you've still never used my real name. I remain Warrior to you, and in its own way I like that. It reminds me of who I used to be, and who I still technically am inside.
We didn't really know each other back then. Your writing was something I aspired to work toward because it had moved me. It still moves me to this day. The story you wrote for me when I was sick. The flower shop short story I made a cover for. I didn't know life would make us such great friends. Ones who respect boundaries, listen quietly, empower ferociously.
It amazes me that what started this was a message that no longer exists, because messaging on here has been erased. If I remember correctly, it was the data hack that scared a lot of us. I found that my profile was part of the data leak, and you reached out wanting to know more about it.
The one who I originally called Shadow, but now I call Dream. The friend who encourages me, and reminds me in a certain character's tone that I'm doing amazingly. I've always appreciated it, when we come up with nonsense stories that never go anywhere. But they always make so much sense when they're in hysterical ramblings. Now instead of aspiring to write like you, I get the honor of knowing you.
From afar, we root for each other's works now. But don't worry, I won't stop writing. Not until every story I have to tell has been written.
So thank you to the person who sent me a message today. For knowing what to say, and for playing Sky with me. For sending me photos of my favorite character when I least expect it, and for hoping that I always continue to write stories. I'll continue to write about our favorite shark-toothed loser and sandy haired firecracker. Maybe from time to time about a certain blue hero and a red trauma bound anti-hero as well. As well as the original characters I've created and have dropped little bits of lore for here and there.
I promise to tell you everything about it when I finish it, because I think they'll become some of your favorites too. Cheers to everything I know we'll accomplish in the next year!
And cheers to you drear reader too! For remembering me like I always wanted you to.
Sincerely,
Your grateful friend and author:
- Warrior
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