Where the stars meet

☆Letter☆

Letter(noun)

A written, typed, or printed form of communication, sent in an envelope by post or messenger.

"He sent a letter to the principal."

At this start of winter, the autumn hues come through the lightly dappled frost. Leaves in still green grass are cloaked in the first of winter's frosts.

In the newly cold air is the grace of the winter time, of the season that brings its mellow stoic vibe.

The winter sun brought out the purity of the heaven-given snow, as if we were a blank page for our merriment, inviting the feet to play and the spirit to laugh.

Under the wintry air and the sky that has born black clouds since November came. The sky is washed with grey, watery light illuminating thin patches to brilliance.

Celeste rubbed his hands trying to feel warmer, the pills for his headaches had surprisingly made him feel even colder.

It was no lie that he was much weaker than he used to be, it's been almost two and a half months since he's been in the hospital under treatment.

5 surgeries had been performed but the tumor didn't show any signs of leaving.

Celeste had always preferred winters over summer but Zephyr seemed to be a summer person. Zephyr obviously was ready to sell his soul for a lifetime supply of Ice cream.

That day he came to visit Celeste with bruises all over his face, on further questioning Celeste heard that Zephyr had gotten into a fight, yet again.

Of course Celeste didn't like that and refused to engage himself in a conversation. After a minute of begging he made Zephyr swear he wouldn't fight again. Both of them came to an agreement.

Nurse Helena snuck in a few bandages and stuck them onto Zephyr's wounds. They didn't bother her much since she was frustrated enough, apparently the entire jar of meds that she brought in for Celeste the other day had gone missing.

Inside of the hospital room was warm, both physically and mentally.

Soon it got dark and Zephyr had to leave, just like every other day. It was nothing new, that's how each and every second had passed up until now, nothing to do, just Celeste and room 613.

However the hallucinations didn't bother him much, ever since he started taking those pills all the time.

Helena walked into Celeste staring blankly at the wall, she felt pity on him. She kept the tray with a glass of water aside, "Why don't you try writing something in that diary of yours?" She said smiling.

Celeste turned his head towards her "What do I write?" He asked.

"Anything, how about you write a letter to the person you love most!"

Celeste thought to himself. A person he loves most?

"I'll give you some time," Helena said, walking out. Celeste grabbed the pen and the diary blankly staring into an empty page. What would he write, and to whom would it be? He zoned out, refusing to stop thinking.

He opened the pen and wrote the word 'dear' on the paper. He fiddled around with the pen before tracing it on the paper again forming the letter 'Z'

He wanted to write a letter to Zephyr, yes..but what would he write?

He thought for some time before staining the paper with the ink, writing whatever came to mind.

After a few minutes Celeste shut the diary close. He was done writing, but it didn't come off the way he expected. Helena walked in through the open door to find Celeste holding the diary and pen.

"Did you write?" She asked.

Celeste looked towards her, "Yeah."

"To whom?"

"Zephyr.."