Author's Note: Most of this has time skips in it, so if there's any confusion please let me know and I'll see if I can make it easier to understand.
I have these postcards, and they're stuck across my bedroom wall, there are so many places, so many pictures, some of which I've never seen before in my life. They're all full of colour, even the ones taken at night, and they're all so beautiful. The thing is I don't know who they came from. All of these postcards and photographs are from someone I have never met.
A complete stranger.
I'd tell you it was a funny story if it was, but it was all really rather strange, a complete coincidence, and one that now had me clutching a thin piece of card, the fibres of it about ready to tear, and if I clenched my fists any harder my fingers would surely pierce the card, and the words written on it.
Let me explain from the beginning.
It is July 29th, one of the more relaxing days of my summer holidays since neither Sora or