Dear Arlando,
It's been three hundred and sixty-five days. That's right. It's been a year since you left. I don't know if you're keeping count, but apparently I am.
I can't help it, Arlando. I still can't believe you're gone. I thought perhaps by now, you would've come back. I miss you. A lot, actually. Don't you miss me? Even a little?
When was the last time you watched our stars?
With love,
Kathleen.
Kathleen lowered the letter.
She reached for the box of matches she had next to a scented candle on her bedside table. Before she could rethink, Kathleen lit the match. She brought the lit match to the corner of the letter she held.
The flames licked up the paper quickly and left a trail of black ash in its wake. Within seconds her words were gone, wiped away and erased as if they had never been, and left waste as a pile of insignificant soot.
Kathleen burnt the next many letters without looking at them, until she reached one that gave her pause.
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2555 Days Without You || (One-Shot Competition Entry) √
Short StoryKathleen Ryburg has been beside herself since Arlando Cassa left to find home... The home that she believed was her. Now he's gone, she's left to pick up the broken pieces of her heart, and she doesn't know how to do that except through her writing...
