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? Victorian Letters ?Victor x Reader

Sure, (hunter of choice) payed attention to Y/N a lot of time, but they still had friends, no hunter had left, they had all the company they needed. On the other hand, Y/N was alone.

Worse, Y/N didn't even feel at home with (hunter of choice) now. It felt different than before, it felt wrong deep in their heart. It wasn't that (hunter of choice) had changed or anything, they were still their sweet and loving self, rather, maybe what they had before wasn't love? It might've been a false image of love, or the idea of love that fooled Y/N, captured Y/N. But, nonetheless, Y/N had chosen to stay and they must. 

Suddenly hit with pangs of misery and longing for her survivor friends, she decided to go to their old dorms and clean things up.

Even though they had packed away some necessities, most had left behind other stuff and their costumes, Luca left behind some broken inventions, Edgar left behind some paintings he didn't like, Demi had left behind some extra drink recipes for Y/N, Tracy left behind trinkets she didn't need. But, most importantly, when Y/N went into Victor's room, holding back strong feelings of regret, she discovered a Victorian Era styled letter, lying in a corner covered in dust. Next to the letter was a single pompom chrysanthemum. Both items were addressed to them.

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The letter was aged yellow and folded to resemble an envelop, sealed tightly with a green coloured seal in the shape of a rose. (green means hope if I remember correctly)

Y/N's hands trembled as they peered at the letter, their breath quickened as they traced their fingers over the pattern of the rose and the neat, swirly letters which wrote 'Y/N L/N' in cursive.

Taking a deep breath, Y/N carefully opened the intricate letter, hands still shaking uncontrollably.

Out fell multiple pressed flowers, fuchsia coloured daisies, yellow acacia, blue lily of the nile, pink orchids and some pinnate.

Y/N blushed as the meaning of each flower's meaning came to mind. They had always been fascinated by Victorian Era letters. They picked up the scattered flowers on the floor and absentmindedly mumbled all the meanings, "Fuchsia daisies, unknown beauty to the possessor. Yellow acacia, secret love. Blue lily of the Nile, love letters. Pink orchids, beauty or a belle. Pompom chrysanthemum, secret crush or flattery." Their face grew redder as they arranged each flower on the empty bed.

Finally, after setting the flowers neatly. Y/N smoothed out the letter and slowly began reading it out loud.

Dear Y/N,

Your vibrant smile simply brightens my day,                                                                                                     Your soft touch when you wipe my tears away.                                                                                                Your mesmerising eyes which charm me every time,                                                                                    Your bright personality constantly makes you shine.

If I thought for just one moment that this would be my last breath,
I'd tell you I'll love you forever, even beyond death.
If I thought for just one moment that your face would be the last I'd see,
I'd take a million pictures and save them just for me.

I can't talk to you without feeling honour.
I can't see you without feeling wonder.
I can't touch you without feeling pure.
I can't feel you without wanting more.

If I thought for just one moment that your voice would be the last I'd hear,
I'd listen attentively and promise not to shed a tear.
If I thought for just one moment that your touch would be the last I'd feel,
I'd embrace you and know that this has all been real.