Future You -II

Ugen woke up to a cold empty morning anticipated with nothing but dead silence. It still seemed like it was in middle of the night and there wasn't a tinge of noise except for the one it made when he scratched his back and rubbed his eyelids against the eye ball.

He rose his neck without completely getting up and saw that his roommate wasn't back yet. He buried his head under his warm blanket and thought he could go back sleep. But he couldn't.

The only louder noise he now heard was his own heart thumping against his chest. He opened his eyes at once and stared the ceiling, panting in his own bed.

The letter he wrote last night.

He jumped off his bed and pulled out the brown box quickly. He'd left his pen uncapped in the book and the big Hello-Kitty on its top bulged the thin cover of the book.  He slowly opened it like a kid afraid of an illustrated 3-D monster sprouting out from the book.

He picked up the pen which was diagonally blocking some of the words of the scariest letter he had ever written.

He was scared because he was aware of the norms he would break if somebody read it and found out. But what he didn't know, was that he had written the bravest truth that anyone could ever write to themselves.
"Dear Future You,
You've always loved the things you weren't allowed to."

Ugen ran his soft cold fingers slightly sweating as he fought with the courage to read what he had written seven hours ago. He let a relieving breath out when he realised he was alone in the room. He was often honest to himself when nobody was around. He didn't know the reason but there was not a single person he had completely been honest with.

His letter had begun again a few lines beneath the first two lines. Even when knowing there was no one in the room, he had no guts to read it aloud.

"Dear Future You, 

You loved the yellow woollen muffler you knitted for yourself and your grandmother wasn't the one to knit it. You've told lies. And hidden things."