Backstory : Hannah has moved on from Kit and is now in love with the designer of Hotel Cortez and the secret serial killer, James Patrick March, which is making Kit envious.

It's kinda like a crossover because I've never done something like this before lmao.

Dear Hannah,
(witchtrials)

Hey sweetheart. I know it's midnight right now and I should be asleep, considering the rules of my freakin' nine-to-five job at the filling station. But I'd observed something the other day, that sort of crept into my mind and stole my peace away.

I'd seen at the station, with this man. I know he's famous, he's fancy and he's got a good reputation out there. But maybe, just maybe - you could reconsider your choices? I know it's kinda weird of me to even interfere in your life, after we left and everything. Life goes on and everyone changes in their own ways. Well, I didn't. I keep wondering about you. The little moments we spent all the time when I was with you. I know it was just another one of those casual flings - you fall in love, have the time of your lives, fall out on a petty matter, quit it and then move on. So, have we. I know you don't even give a damn about my existence anymore. Let's just pretend that nothing happened between us before.
But I'm still learning to master the trick of moving on from the thought of you.

When I saw you and Mr. March the other day, it was like adding salt to my wounds. It's painful, scary yet I'm happy for you, Hannah. I know some things and some people are never meant to be but, I know I could treat you better than he can. It's not that I don't want the best for you, but the best is in me. I would give you the world, anything you'd desire despite of the conditions I survive in. He might be a wealthy, powerful man but I bet whether he would ever be able to understand the gravity of your emotions, like I do. You're as eloquent as a flower. Your tenderness reminds me of the brightest daffodils on a sunny day. The smell of your hair reminds me of the fall breeze - sweet and delightful. The taste of your lipstick on my lips, has me mesmerised, still. I am still recovering from the thought of everything that happened between us. Although I'm another middle class freak, working hard for a goddamn paycheck, I'd love you way more than that motherfucker ever could. I'm sorry I just couldn't stop myself. Fuck it, I'm a horrible man. Maybe it was my fault, I'm the one to blame. But I love you, Hannah.

I hope you're taking care. I learnt from a colleague at work that you've been staying at Cortez with March. Well, your giggles at him did make me so envious, wishing that it was me instead of him. Anyways, I wish the best for you. I love you with all my heart. You're the sweetest woman I've ever known.

Yours sincerely,
Kit Walker.