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The Letter

"Aunt Johannah? Are you home?" I shouted as I pressed through the tiny doorbell placed beside the huge, black, elegant gate from my boyfriend's house. 

I mean, my ex-boyfriend. 

It's raining really hard, raindrops touching the tip of my shoe even with my yellow umbrella raised up, thinking that the dark grey sky is also pouring out all the sadness it's taking. The heaven's so mad, just like as I am angry with this world after being bruised with the loss I've experienced. I brushed off my pathetic thoughts though, and scanned through the windows behind the bars checking if someone is there. Soon as I was about to just leave, 

"Elora! Honey, wait up!" I turned around to see his mom, beautifully dressed and flashed a meaningful smile despite what she's been through with her son. 

"Oh, hi." I returned the gesture and felt a bit embarrassed because I have nothing to say, like really. 

Oh god, why am I even here?

"I just thought of visiting you and seeing what you're doing. You know, after what happened." I lowered my head really can't think of anything to say.

"How about let's go in and have a little bit of a talk? I'm pretty sure you're drained off just as I am, sweetheart." She is just so kind and really caring. No doubt he got all that attitude from her. 

We went inside the house and it's still the same like before. White curtains hanging with black classic imprints, lying there the white polar bear rug, polished red couches and a chandelier hanging from the top of the dining room. There we sat, her mom serving me the coffee that I used to adore. It's just really like before, but it's different now that his presence won't be ever felt.

"Do you feel okay?" she asked and joined me in the table.

"Yes. My heart is fine, I guess."

"Well, that's good to hear. Everything's gonna be fine."

"Thank you. Thank you for everything... auntie." her warm smile turned into a frown, "Elora, please, you can still call me 'mum'. That is something we shouldn't change because that's one memory that proves that my son still lives inside you, and our memories together, okay?"

I replied quietly, "Okay." continuing to sip my coffee. I looked at her like hesitating to say something. 

"May I check his room? I just terribly miss him." 

She looked at me and said, "Anytime, sweetie. Left his room just like the way he used to like it. Haven't touched anything there."

I nodded, assuring the things she said and headed upstairs. I turned the doorknob and seeing that there has been no change at all, and it just made me feel more terrible and depressed. Polaroid pictures of us hanging on his mirror which I took and placed there, his bed where we used to cuddle, his video games and all the stuff we kept and had together. And his room itself just made me want to cry again, harder this time.

Checking through his desk whilst reminiscing all the photos, I bumped through the end of it and hit my hips and something dropped. A black journal. Yes, Louis has shown me this before. But I really didn't bother to look for time to check all the writings there because I wanted to give him his privacy too. Flipping through the pages without really reading it, a piece of paper dropped.

A letter that Louis wrote.

I unfolded the paper and there, was placed his wide and cute handwriting. 

I refrained from reading it but, I need  to.

Hey princess. It's Louis here.. 

Well you probably know that from my horrible handwriting. I'm trying to get my mind off of the surgery that is coming up so I have decided to write you this note. Okay, so I guess since you're reading this I really have died. Wow, that is hard to think of. I'll never see your beautiful face anymore, or get to say 'I love you'... that's even harder to think of. I love you so much and I hope you know that. You have been here through it all, the ups, the downs, but we have had some really good times, right? Remember when I tried to teach you guitar and you broke it? Really, honey, I'm sorry but how do you manage to break a guitar? If it was just one string, I would understand but you broke every single string! But that's okay, because it was really worth it to see your smile. Your smile is so beautiful, you know? It's like a bright star that got taken out of the sky and placed in your mouth. Hehe, a mouth star, perhaps?  I'm sorry, let me get to my point. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me, and it hurts me so much thinking that I have to leave you. But hey, you get to live. You need a heart, and since you have stolen mine, I figure that is only right that you should get it for real. When we found out about your heart problems.. we cried for days. We just stayed in bed holding each other tight, assuring each other that it would be okay. But it wasn't. And now here I am, saving you like the real princess you are. The doctors are wheeling me into the surgery room now, so I guess I have to go. I love you babe, and I hope you live a long, happy life. I can't wait to see you up in heaven.

Hugs and kisses,
Louis.

xxx
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