Carlos’ POV
Carlos had always been careful with his heart. Letters were safe....private, neat, and utterly disposable once tucked away in the dark corners of his drawer. He could fold them, hide them, forget them, and no one would ever know the depth of his feelings unless he chose to reveal them. They were his little sanctuaries, his controlled confessions to the world, neatly sealed in paper. There was a comfort in their permanence, a kind of safety in knowing he could pour everything onto the page and never have to face the vulnerability of someone else reading it… not unless he wanted them to.

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