So as a response to a previous review. Nope. Cry has never acknowledged my Hello Friend letters. They're not very popular, but I like doing them. I like to think that he does read them though and I hope it makes him feel better!

This chapter was a little forced so I'm sorry if it's not as fantastic as it should be. I tried~

Btw, if anyone has seen the most recent Cry Talks, I'm so fucking pissed at the minority of the fandom like omfg.

READ AND REVIEW.

Cry sat back and stared at his tumblr inbox, waiting for a response. He didn't like being anonymous. The first time had been a necessity. But it wasn't even close to necessary this time. He sighed, wondering silently why he had clicked the anon button. He shrugged and sank down lower against his chair. He picked his glasses up off of his face and rubbed his eye with the heel of his palm.

He heard his inbox ping. He slid his glasses down and opened it up. Just some more fan mail. Cry sighed and propped himself up on one elbow. Suddenly he found himself back at the Hello Friend page. His head tilted as he reread some of the letters. A smile crawled across his face. These people adored him. He made their lives better. Even though he was just some guy, they loved him and his videos and his livestreams and just…everything. He made people feel better, and that made him happy.

The laptop went dark suddenly, his face reflected in the screen. He snorted at the irony. Cry wiggled his mouse and refreshed the page. Her response to his anonymous letter still lingered there below the link to his 'Cry Reads' video. He clicked the link to her personal blog again, scrolling through her silly posts. He laughed at some of the gifs and found himself intrigued by some of her more serious posts. Finally, he stumbled on an array of selfies.

She was average looking with not-so-average eyes protected by black-framed glasses. Her eyes could pierce your soul even through the internet. She had these unnerving gray eyes that were rimmed and flecked with green and only tiny traces of gold. Her nose and tongue were pierced. She had a rib tattoo of tiger fur and handprint tattoos on each shoulder blade. Her hair was long and a warm cocoa color streaked with electric blue. She was eccentric and what one might call a hipster, but Cry liked it. She seemed like a pretty cool chick.

"Shut up, cat!" he screeched suddenly. His cat was bitching at him from the doorway. Cry rolled his eyes and decided to play with his magnets. He unstuck them then stuck them back together again, forming a little cube. He turned the cube over in his hands, the cool metal chilling his fingers. A sigh crept past his lips while he stared at the computer screen. She'd probably gone to sleep or something. Cry shut down the computer and bopped over to his bed, wiggling under the covers. He took off his glasses and stared out of the window briefly before rolling over and closing his eyes. He dreamt of electric blue streaks, piercings and tattoos, and letters flowing from her fingertips.

Morning dawned. Cry muttered something unintelligible and closed the blinds and curtains, effectively blocking out most of the light. The darkness cloaked him gently. The beginning of a headache tapped at the side of his head. Sighing, he sat up. It was 11 o'clock, way too early for Cry to be awake. He stomped slowly to the kitchen and snatched a bottle of Advil from the cabinet and chased them down with some orange juice. With an exaggerated sigh of laziness, Cry stomped back to his room and say down at his chair. He sipped his glass. He shook his mouse; Tumblr popped up. With a swift click, he refreshed the page. A notification appeared over his message icon. He smiled and went to take a look.

"Yeah…I did. Who is this?"

Cry grinned and typed up, "Me." He unchecked the anon button, letting his name and icon show. Excitement bloomed within him as he sent the message. It only took a few seconds.

"Holy fuck."

He burst into uncontrollable laughter, shaking his head.

"Are you serious? Am I on Punk'd? Are you shitting me right now?"

Giggling, he clicked his keys loudly. "Dammit, you got me. I'm really Ashton Kutcher. Totally." He sent the message, sarcasm ringing clearly through his message.

"Okay, smart ass. So whatcha need? Not every day the rare, elusive Cry contacts a fan. Or makes a video involving their posts."

"You're right. I just wanted to thank you. That page means a lot to me. It's so amazing to read them. I don't deserve half the shit you guys say about me. I'm just a dude playing games, man."

"Yeah, but you've gotten a lot of us through some hard shit. You're a really cool guy and your fucking laugh alone can make anyone giggle. Like come on. You were made to make people happy, Cry."

At that message, Cry leaned back in his chair, thinking about it. He pondered this as he typed up a new response.

"Now, I don't know about that. But you might be right, fuck, what do I know? Eh. Oh shit, sorry! Didn't mean to make fun of you."

"Don't worry, I'm not actually Canadian. Born and raised in the states. So it's not offensive really."

"Didn't you say you were moving back?"

"Yeah I am. I can't afford a place up here yet. I need a job, and I heard there were some places in Georgia and Alabama that were looking. I'm not a fan of heat, but ya gotta do whatcha gotta do, huh?"

"Yeah so what do you do? And what's your name?"

"Well, I just graduated from veterinary school. I specialized in horses. And my name is Heather. But, like you, I prefer to go by the name I've made for myself: Kesshire. Kess for short."

"How'd you come up with that?"

"When I was little, I used to watch Alice in Wonderland a lot and I loved Cheshire Cat, but I always said it like 'Kesshire' so the name just kinda stuck."

"That's pretty cool. Creative, too."

"Thanks! So it was you that sent that letter to Hello Friend wasn't it?"

"Sure was. I regret nothing. That letter was beautiful. It came from my heart, man."

"I'm sure it did. Hey, I have to move some stuff into my car. Talk to you later maybe?"

"Yeah! If I don't answer, here's my Skype. Message me there if you want. I should answer there, hopefully."

"Okay. Bye~"

"Take it easy."