-5 days later-
I woke up to the light that streamed in from a slit in my dark
curtains. I made my way to the window and looked out. My eyes widened
like saucers when i saw the. Mail man leaving. I ran outside,
barefoot, and checked through my mail. Still nothing. I'm starting to
think this Sergeant Taylor didn't get my letter. Maybe he didn't want
me to write to him. I was stupid for thinking anyone would find
comfort in a stranger. I shook my head and angrily began walking inside.
"Miss, uh..I'm sorry. I forgot one." I heard and I turned to see the
mailman. Hope sprung inside me and I rushed towards him.
"Here you are. Sorry." he said as he handed me a letter and went on
his way.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath as I held the letter in my
hands. I saw my name scrawled in a messy cursive and a familiar
address on the top left corner. The corner of my lips turned up and I
ran back into my apartment. I set the letter down and took several
deep breaths. I decided to brush my teeth and then make some breakfast
before reading it. That way, I'll have something to look forward to
today.
I quickly fried some turkey bacon and made a fruit salad with green
grapes, apple slices, mangos, and strawberries. I love fruits. I have
baskets full of apples in the fridge for when I want something sweet,
but healthy. I sprinkled some lemon over the fruits and ate my
breakfast. I washed the dishes and dried my hands excessively before
picking up the letter. I didn't know what to expect. Maybe I was
getting my hopes up for nothing. Maybe he was going to insult me. The
only way I'd know is if I read it. So that exactly what I did.
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Dear Lilah,
I received your letter. At first, I thought my squad was playing a
prank on me. There's no way a woman as beautiful as you could be
writing to me just because. The address seemed pretty real to me, so I
risked it. Maybe you did get this letter, maybe you didn't. However,
if you happen to have received it then the Lord above must really be
looking out for me. You've mentioned how you know of my 'past
tragedies', but the truth is, tragedies happen to be everywhere over
here. Just the other day, a little boy was strapped up with dynamite
and blow to chunks. (Sorry for the severity of the image) It never
ceases to amaze me. How some of these people are willing to kill their
own just to 'prove their power' that is. I've been here four years
