That of a small, quaint box of chocolates is set in place for the alchemist, his name visible to show who it was for. Atop it rests an envelope, sealed with a wax flower that conceals a typed letter.
Edward,
I have been told about Valentine’s Day, though I have never heard of it until now. Though I still don’t understand those words, or what this holiday means, I thought of you when I was told this custom. I am sorry. I still don’t know how to properly write a letter of my own. One day, I would like to write you a proper letter. So, until that day, I will do my best to become someone who is like their name, so that I can write one.
Sincerely, Violet Evergarden.
Hopefully, even just a little, this would be enough to put that rare smile onto his face once more.
He was in a similar situation as her, having only recently learned about Valentine’s Day. A day for girls to give boys chocolates, often sparked with harboring affection for them in some way. However way she means it, she thought about him. He wasn’t expecting anything, not really, although he would vehemently deny that he hoped for something. Is this okay? Receiving something so heartfelt from her?
The fact that they’re experiencing these kinds of new things together; there’s something special in that, he feels. And the very way she goes about it feels so very much like her.
There’s a lightness in his chest, as if the very air were easier to breathe in, and he reflexively raises his open hand to rub the back of his head. The laughter that follows next is softer, light, with the whole of his chest. Embarrassed? Certainly. He almost wishes his brother were here so he could show it all off, too. More than that, though, thoughts on how to return this kindness to her flood the very depths of his mind. There’s a day for it too, from what all he’s learned. First, he needed to thank her in person.
It wouldn’t hurt to get a head start on the preparation.
