Ok so I know the other chapters have been MORE THAN short, but this chapter will be the longest, with actual writing. Thank you for supporting my story, I hope you'll stay with me during my other stories as well.
~~~He placed the last letter carefully inside the light-rose envelope, as if it could crumble to pieces if he handled it the wrong way. He sighed, leaning back to his chair and opened the drawer where he took out another envelope, but this time it was plain white, almost too formal for what was inside.
The letter, which he had written almost four years ago, was still as clean as the day he wrote it, his pre-teen self spitting his message quite roughly (and definitely not romantically), but then again mothertongue or creative writing overall had never been one of his strengths. He was well known for the marks on his skin that appeared after every beating, and in primary school he was the 'dreamer', who never concentrated and who you would always catch daydreaming or dozing off.
But he had his reasons.
He was in love, matter-o-factly. And all he dreamed about was her.
That's why he wrote that letter.
He couldn't be too straightforward, because even though he loved her, she scared him a little bit. He was scared of failing, scared of losing her before he even had her. He wanted to express his feelings without having to face her, and this cowardiness was the reason he never gave the letter to her.
Oh how he regretted the choice now.
He got up from the chair, grabbed his jacket on his way out and and walked towards the place he visited almost every day.
This was the place he would come and talk by himself, letting out all the thoughts that were bothering him or all the questions that were left unanswered. Even though he didn't have anyone to answer him, he enjoyed the freedom of being able to let everything out, not leaving a single thought to bother him.
And there was no one to abuse him of letting out his thoughts anymore. No one to hit him if he said something 'he wasn't supposed to'. It was him, his thoughts and the morning sunlight peeking through the leaves. And he continued walking.
When he arrived, he sat down to his usual place, where the still wet grass from last night's rain glistered in the light of the sunrise. No one else was to be seen, and that's why he was here.
He did his usual routine, going through his past days and what he planned on doing today, how his dog was doing, how he was feeling and the usual mourning of the things that happened in the past. When he was done, he just stared at the stone until he heard a voice he heard every day, the voice he loved so much.
"Taehyung! Are you ready to go?"
She jogged beside him, resting her small hand on top of his head and patting it gently. "Did you have the time to go through everything already?"
Taehyung nodded, getting up from the grass and hugging Seolha, his girlfriend who he treasured so much.
But there was another person he treasured as well.
"Did you say hi from me as well? I do think we are still a bit strangers to each other though.."
"I did say it," Taehyung mumbled, hugging Seolha to his chest. "She said hi as well."
She smiled, hugging Taehyung back. "That's great! I was nervous whether she would accept me or not.."
A small smile spread along Taehyung's face, his lips tugging slightly upwards. "Of course she would, she is very polite."
"That's great to hear," Seolha hummed. "Are you ready to get some breakfast?"
"Yeah, sure."
He glanced back to his spot, making sure he hadn't left anything behind. "Ready to go."
Seolha smiled and took his hand, which made him automatically smile as well. This girl made him happy. She wasn't the first girl to do so, indeed she was the second. But she was the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, even though he had fallen hard for the first one.
The girl whose name was carved onto the stone he was sitting in front of, which was the same name that was written to the end of every rose-coloured letter he had recieved.
"Dear Taehyung..."
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OH MY IT HAS ENDED!!!! Hope you all enjoyed (or at least were entertained) with this fic, it was quite sad bUT I did my best making it seem as tragic as possible. If something was left unclear or/and you want to ask me something, please leave a comment and I'll answer it as soon as I can!Love you all,
Alice.
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ten letters // kth
Short Storywhere the words hurt more than the slaps but where her ten written letters heal the wounds ~~~~~~~ started 18/5/2016 WARNINGS: a tragic short-story MENTIONS OF: death self-harm