we can’t use google translate. that’s for lames. italics it is. amélie’s standing in the middle of abigail’s living room, hair in braided pigtails, red headband over her bangs — she hopes it doesn’t look too childish — with a giant basket of fruit and other assorted goods in her arms. there’s an eggshell white envelope in view, purple kiss mark over the back like a wax seal. no doubt when abigail flips the envelope over, she’ll be able to see her own name in amélie’s neat handwriting. amélie extends the basket towards abigail, the black hoodie covering up her red v-neck sweater biting at her wrists. “  hi ! this is for you. i just wanted to see how you were doing. “  / @terabyteloving.