Sincerely, Scarlett

For just over a year, Scarlett Rainer, daughter of two deceased adults, has lived in solitary confinment. In a small flat, she has locked herself in. She believed that no one loved her and that she had no reason to live but hardly ever considered suicide for the penalties of doing such a thing would always cross her simple mind. She believed that since no one ever knocked on her creaky, wooden door, no one loved her. And, maybe, it was true.

Maybe no one left alive will ever love her again, maybe that's why her life is simply is simply an other and not a romance. Maybe one day, after writing letters upon letters, she'll realise that she simply needed to step outside a little more.

And maybe she will. Just maybe, and then maybe, in that moment, unluckiness will shower her for not being out earlier.

Or maybe, just maybe, she'll post the letters written, the letters that have been carelessly shoved into a velvet-covered jewellery box, and the candidates will receive them, read them, and learn about the misfortune they brought upon her life. How much she despises herself and people altogether.

But maybe, they won't even open it after seeing her name printed neatly on the scented envelope. Or maybe, they'll be crying the whole time, and continue crying even after seeing the two last words. Sincerely, Scarlett.

dedicated to @infinitywrite {mars bar} for wanting this to be brought back {from the dead}.