A letter?

Beatrice got up and looked around, but there wasn’t a sign of Mask anywhere.

‘Brother Mask!’

She mumbled to herself, feeling lost and defeated.

Her mind was still stuck on the scene of Mask saving her for the second time. When she remembered how she had acted then, she felt a burst of shame shooting through her. Thinking about how he had slapped her, the memory was sweet rather than painful. It didn’t hurt at all, but instead, she felt love.

She clutched her heart, feeling restles