The first message: regret

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                                To My Dear Unknow person

   I did not find anyone else to whom I would send details that some people consider superficial, and that there is no need to mention them, give them extra time, or even care about them.

All I can write for you are stories that my mind weaves as soon as I see characters who are put in situations that only God knows why they are put it, and only He can manage their affairs. He is the one who can save them or throw them into the arms of destruction. Stories that my mind weaves, and I do not know if they are true or if they just inspired by my vast imagination, saturated with fictional books that I never tire of reading and delving into their lines.

But Sophia advised me to write whatever comes to my mind in letters and she is able to deliver them to you wherever you are. In fact, I do not know your name, your identity, or my relationship with you . All that matters is that my soul is thirsty for you without knowing the reason. She just tells me to write to you and that you will answer and appear to teach me of what I don't know.

Sunset, some see inside every ray heading to the other half of the globe a memory sharp as a knife, that does not go away except with sunset, others see it as a refuge from the brutality of thoughts that creep in at night until they disturb their peace, so you see in the ray a warrior sacrificing his body in front of the monster of thoughts in order for man to attain comfort, you wonder if I love the sunrise or the sunset, isn't that so?

At sunrise, hope in born, and with its intense brightness, hopes are burned and turned into ashes, until sunset returns to give birth to hope and the warm moonlight protects it.

After a long day with Sofia who was looking for a suit for a medical conference, and spending time by the lake having dinner, we decided to go back to her place to start a new research trip another day.

" May, come on"

My eyes were fixed on a young man whose left hand was restrained by a cast, standing in front of the wall, the water embracing him as it rose, and his eyes bore indifference and a readiness to depart from reality.

I wonder what's on his confused mind

"Please take it easy"

A woman in her forties ran towards him , holding his hand to get him away from the fence, but he pushed her hand away forcefully, turning to her with tearful eyes

" I was the reason for her death and I have to catch up with her"

His eyes interpreted many conflicting emotions, regret, anger, despair, surrender.

" It's impossible that you're the reason, you have to understand that it was an accident that you didn't intentionally cause"

His eyes wandered left and right, avoiding her words and his tears waiting for permission to fall.

"She couldn't stay here, which means I can't stay without her by my side. Her place is also my place, and I no longer have a place here". He was talking to himself without revealing it to those around him, putting on his coat and folded a paper on top of it to embrace the waves, leaving the living to join his immortal beloved with dead

"Someone call an ambulance"

People's screams and rushing to wards the wall to see the drowning young man was a scene I was used to seeing, with small steps, I headed towards the folded paper placed on top of his coat to see what the paper contained.

{ To my dear Charlotte, from you I got my life and to you I return to reclaim it, from your beloved Julian }

My imagination was right when I saw him absent-minded, allowing the waves to slap him until he decided to go after them in surrender.

" My imagination was right, he wanted to kill himself for his beloved" she whispered after leaving the paper on the coat.

"We have to go back, May"

Sofia pulled me, her terrified features relaxing as soon as she found me. I wondered why she was afraid of my disappearance, We got into the car, and Sofia moved, leaving me sitting in the back seat, my eyes contemplating out simple world with its suspicious details

Will you accept to do the impossible for me as Liam did for Aria

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