17th | Seventeen Letters

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I walk across the bridge and pass through the café.

I see everyone through the window, laughing with their new teammate.

She smiles beautifully, she laughs gorgeously, and she makes everyone happy.

They see my letters, holding them in their hands.

I smiled.

But that smile fades as they grip the paper and throw it into the trash.

My hope turns into my mourn.