There was a letter on the top, lying neatly folded. I breathed in deeply before picking it up.
As I unfolded it, I knew at once that it was Caroline's handwriting. So I read:
Dear Ryan,
If you're reading this, then it means you have gotten the box I had sent. Great!
So this letter is to thank you for all the good things you gave me and also to let you know about all the precious things you took away from me when you left.
I bit my upper lip once, not knowing what to expect, and glanced at the box before me once. Then I continued reading.
I'm not really sure where to start.
So let me tell you what all you will find in the box, that, I am sure, must be before you right now. On top of everything, you will find this letter which you had already found of course.
Below it, there are two plastic cases, one should be larger than the other. Those two have our pictures of the moments we had spent together in the past. Also, the pictures you thought, were too awful to be kept but I had always kept them too. Because whatever it was, the pose and quality never mattered to me... the thing that mattered was all of them had you and me together in a single frame.
I gulped once and looked back at the box. Taking out the plastic cases she mentioned, I clicked them open to reveal all our photos... from the worst to the best ones- all of them. Keeping them aside, I returned to reading the letter.
By the way, the larger cases have more photos, in laminated frames. They were the ones you chose as the best ones. OMG, I still remember it! How amazing, isn't it? Haha!
Below the photo cases are some prescriptions of my doctor's appointments and some tests I did before we had broken up. And one of them was on the day we actually broke up. I hope you remember what had happened that day and how you had left me lying on the grass, helpless with a broken heart and a de... Well, you need to see them for yourself, to know what you had taken from me when you left.
My hands trembled slightly as I pulled out the prescriptions and medical reports.
Eying them silently for some time, I gasped at the new discovery.
"She was 3 months pregnant then?"
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It's Too Late Now || Short Story
Historia CortaBuried under the emotional weight of her memories, Ryan relives them again... all the best parts of their story, but this time, from her perspective. By the time, he realizes certain things, he finds out that it's too late to get her back again... *...