𝗜𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗶𝘁 𝗔𝗳𝗳𝗮𝗶𝗿𝘀 | 𝐁𝗼𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐲/𝗥𝗙𝗞

XXVI: "Valentine's Day"

[February 14, 1950]

Evelyn Bellamy found herself sprinting tirelessly from the parking lot of her college, it was a heavily-snowing late afternoon. The temperature of her body was dropping faster than the speed of light. Evelyn's hefty handbag was hanging on her forearm, along with a cup of coffee in her hand — she seemed to be in a rush to enter the crowded campus.

"Shit, it's snowing really bad." Evelyn slammed the door to her dorm recklessly. Wendy winced loudly when the sound hits her. "Désolé!" The green-eyed woman apologized. She quickly unwrapped her scarf and placed the handbag that was leaving a mark on her forearm on a desk. "You got the letters?" Wendy craned her head up to peek at Evelyn's sack as she was rummaging through it. "Yeah, yeah. Here are yours." Evelyn hastily handed her friend some envelopes. "Wait a second, so you're telling me all of those letters are yours?!" The slender woman rose from the edge of her bed. Evelyn turned around to face her, "I'm not interested in your letters. None of these are yours." She returned to examining the five pieces of envelopes which belong to her. "I was just asking..." Wendy, feeling offended, laid on her bed to read her letters in silence.

"Nope, nope, nope. And... bingo." Evelyn put aside three of the envelopes that were considered irrelevant and halted to her movements when two letters; one from Ted and one from Bobby arrived. "Bobby...?" She curiously fidgeted with the envelope; she never thought he'd ever communicated with her again after what happened in Mont Tremblant. However, the small voice in her head kept telling her to open Ted's first. Shaking her head, Evelyn switched the letter and decisively ravaged the envelope to get to the important stuff.

February 11th, 1950

My dearest friend, Evelyn.

I'm hoping for this letter to arrive on time; Valentine's day. For I am confessing my truest feeling for you; I have loved you since we were just foolish children, and I'll continue to do so until I die. So, the real question is... will you marry me?

I'm only kidding. Did that scare you? I bet it did.
Although, I'm sure Bobby will be saying that final sentence to Ethel really soon; he's been asking around where's the best place to bring a girl to when you want to propose to her. Now, I don't know what you said to him that made him so deeply in love with Ethel (more than the first time they fell), but I know it's got something to do with you because he's asking me to write you this letter; to show his appreciation for your words at Mont Tremblant.

His engagement will be happening today (if the letter actually arrives on time), and I think it'd be a good idea if you can find a phone nearby to congratulate him—after all, he truly does want to talk to you; he even told me he wrote you a letter. Call him, Eve.

With all of my love,
Teddy.

The letter was a roller coaster of emotions for Evelyn; at first, it was the utter shock of Ted's love confession — something she had thought he moved on from. Soon, it becomes humorous; a genius, comedic gag from him. But once she had reached the third paragraph, there was a piercing feeling going through her chest; almost like a heart attack. Evelyn never thought she had the power to shift Bobby's mind from loving her to forgetting her, but as it turned out, the hero always underestimates their power. "Evelyn? You okay?" A voice suddenly snuck into Evelyn's busy head. She was instantly snapped out of her thoughts, and only then did she realize she had been shuddering and sobbing. "What? I'm fine." Evelyn slightly turned — not enough to show her tears, but sufficient for Wendy to know what was occurring.