Dear Luce,

This is the first time I've written a letter to you. I've never thought about doing this, since we used to be together 24/7.

It's 3:03 in the morning. I can't sleep. I read it from a book that it would help if I talk about things. I've got no one to talk to, except Piper. But Piper is just a bird.

She is a magpie, if you wonder. I found her in my backyard with a damaged wing. I took her in, treated her wounds, and gave her water and food. She didn't leave after she healed. And I am stuck with her now. This little beast sees my house as her territory, Jeez.

At first, I called her ''Poppy''. I love the pronunciation. So adorable. But I wasn't comfortable with the symbols behind the name. Eventually I named her with her current name. ''Piper'' suits her more.

Well, I know it's kinda pathetic to only have a bird as a companion in life. Don't judge me. It's not easy to make a friend in Lambda. Everybody is busy minding their own business.

I am actually doing pretty well in this freaking epidemic place. I got my work done. I cooked for myself. I did the cleaning. I built a play stand for that loud, annoying bird so that she could leave me alone sometimes. I also taught myself some of the topics of my major, like Animal Nutrition and Metabolism and stuff. I was supposed to be studying those if V07 didn't ruin my uni life.

You liked to call me a slumber cat because you thought I was lazy and slept so much. Look! I can be active if I try. Also considering I can barely sleep nowadays, you should think of another nickname for me. How about a homeless cat?

I went to a port the other day. It's at the outside of the quarantine zone. I was there for a mission which went very smoothly. Things were too easy I didn't even know why. Pure luck maybe.

Then I watched sunset at the sea. I can't remember when was the last time I saw the sea. Five or six years ago? It's always nice to feel the salty sea breeze blowing through the hair. That reminds me of the days that we were still in our little home town. I will never forget that one time your grilled cheese sandwich got stolen by a seagull as we were heading to school. That was HILARIOUS.

I haven't touched on the things that I was planning to talk about. I've already felt much better. Writing to you is great. Like you are still with me.

I'm starting to feel some sleepiness right here. I cannot let it slip away. I will write to you soon.

You can never imagine how much I miss you. But don't come into my dreams. I am not ready yet. Please show mercy to your poor little brother.

Goodnight, Lucey.

Love always,

Chase