
Nora, you are terrified—you told Alexander you’re late, however, that’s a lie. In reality, you arrived at the cafe you both agreed on meeting at, hours before him.
Dearest friend, In the end, I did not have enough time to write to you about last weekend back at mine and David’s apartment—however, Nora is running late. I’m currently waiting for her inside our designated café, and I figured now would be as good of a time as ever, to tell you about Saturday afternoon.
Dear friend, First and foremost: yes, I am aware that I claimed this would be the end of our little correspondence during the last time we spoke, however… I yet again find myself in quite the dark place. Why, you ask? Well, that’s easy. It’s because my name is Alexander Winters, and I am the biggest fool in the universe.