A letter from nowhere

"Maybe it was not meant to be, maybe all that we do, all that we strive for,
everything that has happened in your life was and is planned. That possibility,
improbable and flawed as it is, scares me. The lack of choice, the chance that,
even when I think I'm doing something that couldn't possibly follow any kind of plan
or logic, could all be a big scheme, scares me. It is not fear of being controlled,

It is fear of the controller. The pupeteer. The game master"

Alex sighed, the last memories of his brother, the once cheerful and
smiling child who'd take his lunch and give it to pretty girls during school breaks,
went away as he skimmed through the letter again. No address. No signature.

Alex dropped the letter, flowing gently in the air and falling on his feet,
as he took long, pained, steps towards his couch. Dropping face first into it,
he sobbed.