I didn't understand then, why fate had to be so cruel, why it had to tear us apart. But as time passed, I began to see the beauty in our separation. It was in those moments of longing, of missing you, that I realized just how much you meant to me. A...
As the days turned into months, the unsent letters piled up—a collection of confessions he would never dare to share.
In the quiet solitude of his room, Adrien poured his heart onto the pages, writing about how deeply he wanted her.
Oh how beautifully he described the small details he adored—the way her eyes crinkled when she laughed, the kindness in her voice that wrapped around him like a warm embrace. He wrote about the moments they shared, the laughter that danced between them, and the love he couldn’t name.
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Sera, too, kept a journal, a sacred space where she captured memories of Adrien. Each entry was a piece of her heart, with a painting of his, a fragment of the girl who still dreamed of the boy she loved.
She wanted to confess, to write, but fear gripped her.
'What if I he didn’t feel the same and we could never be the same again?', she thought to herself.
What if he already had someone else in his mind?
All the letters she wrote remain unread, whispering to the pages the words she wished she could say aloud. They were echoes of her love, a silent tribute to the boy who haunted her thoughts.
From both the sides they sent letters that were never read.
"Their love lived in letters never read—silent echoes sent across distances they couldn’t cross, yet felt all the same."
