She's buried on the beach, one of her favorite places. Her grave is on a cliff. Underneath, dark gray waves repeatedly pound the rock. The rocks are jagged and black and perfect.
I think about my mom and Mari's father. I think about everything they have lost. I think that they cannot afford to lose me.
Unfortunately for them, I'm feeling selfish.
Memories of Mari flood my head.
Mari, Mari, Mari.
I want to see her.
I can hear the waves. They're loud and beautiful.
"I love you, Mari," I say.
My words vanish with the waves. I want to catch them because I feel like I will never say them again so I run, and then I'm falling, falling, falling with my words, towards the waves, until I see my father and Mari.
Mari looks mad and so does my father but they both still reach for me and I take their hands.
And then she smiles and hugs me.
I hug her back. She says something, but I don't hear her because her words are muffled. I think it's okay, though, because I have all of eternity to hear her.
All of eternity to be with her.
YOU ARE READING
letters
Romancethey were five when they started writing. they were seventeen when they stopped. he was eighteen when he read her letters. he was nineteen when everything fell apart. +cover creds to abhaya ♥︎
