💌 + 🔀 (Marin decides to be a massive dick and sends a fake letter that seems to start out as a love confession from Augustus, but ends with Marin finishing it off as himself and taunting Charlie about falling for it)
Charlie read the letter, shaking only slightly as he did so. It was awfully reminiscent of their time together in the 19th Century, reading particularly Victorian, even. It wasn’t overtly romantic, neither was it particularly sappy. It was simplistic, and Charlie had to read between the lines (like he had done so many times in the past) just to get the message.
He should’ve known better than to think Augustus had the emotional capacity to send such a letter, and that much was obvious by the time he got to the end. He had absolutely no idea what he had done to this Marin, wasn’t even really sure how he knew him, but he was utterly crushed by the cruel joke. Had Augustus been telling his friends (did Augustus have friends?) about what had happened between them? Had Augustus sanctioned this? Had they sat together, side by side, laughing as they thought about how to best torment Charlie?
He crumpled up the paper, tossing it in his recycling bin. If Augustus was going to taunt him for his feelings, Charlie was better off feeling nothing towards him at all.
