❝you can love someone so much...but you can never love people as much as you can miss them❞
a story told in letters.
[miniminter]
started: 06/08/16
finished: 10/11/16
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simon sat with the letter in his hand, re-reading it over and over.
your sage
what did that even mean anymore?
he stands up, placing the note on his desk with the other ones.
his eyes scanned the various photos of sage on his desk before suddenly the door rang.
the parcel
he heads out of the room and down the stairs, finding josh was already at the door, taking a parcel and a bunch of letters from the postman.
"simon, theres a parcel for you!" josh calls and simon heads down the steps, taking the parcel and heading back up the stairs.
he closes the door behind him, placing himself and the parcel on his bed.
he looks at the shape. it was practically shapeless, something soft was inside. he begins to open it when suddenly his door swings open and vik steps inside.
"whats that then?" He asks, intrigued.
"its just a shirt i ordered, nothing special," simon says and vik nods once, unconvinced.
"well, have fun with that, you wanna record gta later bro?" vik asks and simon nods.
"sure, we still having the meal for sage?" asks simon and vik nods.
"yeah, so wear something smart," vik says with a light chuckle before heading out the room.
finally alone, simon tears open the parcel and he removes the contents.
no particular emotion appears on his face as he looks at the t-shirt. and then he unravels it, revealing a small pile of little bits that had meant things to sage and simon while they were in their relationship.
the t-shirt was special because it was the first shirt of simon's that sage ever wore.
there was a pen, which was the pen simon used to write his first love letter to sage.
simon's first love letter to sage sat there too.
a bangle that sage had gotten simon in india, but it ended up being too big for his skinny wrist.
a single earring- sage's other had fallen out, and she had blamed simon for the failure in finding it.
and finally, there was a necklace.
he hadn't seen this item before, and it looked fairly new.
he picks it up, looking at the little locket attached.
he reads the engraved 'M', the same kind of engraving that was on his golden ring.
he gave the necklace a soft smile, sage had this specially made for him.
he clicks open the locket and is greeted by two photos.
a photo of sage and simon, he was stood behind her with his arms wrapped round her.
and a photo of just sage, framed by the setting sun.
simon wipes away the tears forming in his eyes, his whole body shaking as he clasps the necklace round his neck.
he would keep it, forever, and he already knew today was a special day.
it would have been his and sage's 2 year anniversary.
he loved her, he always would, and sage knew that...
