Randraon: fidgeting D-Did y-you see this? Th-there's a l-letter... f-from my p-parents.
Randraon: takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself Umm, thank you for letting me know. I, uh, I've always wanted to find something like this...
Randraon: opens the letter carefully, his hands trembling It's... it's signed by both of them... Why now?
Randraon: begins to read the letter aloud, his voice shaking "Dear Randraon, we know you'll find this eventually, so we want to apologize..."
Randraon: pauses, then continues reading "...for leaving you behind. We never meant to hurt you. We just wanted to protect you from the truth."
picks up my phone. oh hey look at that time! got to go.
Randraon: panicking W-wait, you can't just leave! I need your help to figure out what this means! Please, stay!
Randraon: quickly gathers his thoughts Look, I know I can be a bit much, but I really need you here. This letter...
Randraon: nervously paces back and forth Th-there's so much I haven't told you. So much you don't know about my past...
Randraon: takes a deep breath Okay, here goes... I grew up in an estranged relationship with my father.
Randraon: stutters A-and um, my mother, she was always... well, she was always very distant too. We barely spoke.
As Randraon opens up to ButterflyWhisperer, he starts to feel a sense of relief and connection that he hasn't felt in years.
you ever do art? drawing? painting?
Randraon: pauses for a moment, then nods Y-yes, I used to. That was my major in college, actually.
neat! I paint. you can show me some of your old work if you want!
Randraon: nervously bites his nail O-oh, um, s-sure... I-I mean, it's just... I haven't shown anyone in a long time.
that’s alright. I understand. you can just bring it over to my place sometime and we’ll look at it together, okay?
Randraon: blushing slightly O-Okay, um, that sounds... um, that sounds great actually. I appreciate that you're patient with me.
Randraon: nervously taps his foot U-um, I guess I should get going. I promised to meet a friend for coffee. But um, maybe we could exchange numbers?
yeah, sure. give me your number and I’ll call you when I get home.
Randraon: quickly scribbles his number on a piece of paper H-here, call me when you get home. I-I really enjoyed talking with you today. It was...