A forlorn human/person/thing is in unrequited love with another but can't think of what to say to let the other know the truth. After writing poetry after poetry they give up and head for bed. Then something wonderful happens... Seeing the trouble the person mentioned above was going through Beta decides to write a letter for them. He feels being to the point is the best action.

After finishing the letter Beta looks over his work quite proud- hey wait... Edit what are you doing!? Jeez must you!?

I guess Edit feels 'to the point' isn't romantic enough... Whatever... time for a new way of putting it. Hopefully they don't go through as much trouble as the guy they're helping did. Now imagine if Typo decides to join in... /face palm... they'll be there all night! More then likely Edit's fault if it does....


Beta belongs to
Typo belongs to (not in image but mentioned)
and Edit belongs to