I immediately tucked the letter inside my pocket. I was excited but at the same time worried. What if it wasn't York who had sent the letter. What if it was someone else pretending to be him.
However, I trust my intuition. The scent, even how the letter felt in my hands was telling me that it was York's. I can feel him from its words. The truth is even if it was unsigned, I could still feel it, I could still feel him.
I just have to make sure that no one else would know about me meeting him. Not knowing my foes and friends was making it hard for us. We had been struggling to be with each other and this moment could never surely be easy for us.
