Words on the Pages (one shot collection)

Love Letters

She opens the lemon and lavender scented box, to pull out a tidy stash of paper, bound in big pink envelops and brown Kraft string. She softly untied the string and smiles sweetly as it falls, the smile lines in her face, deepening.

She really loved her, she sighed to herself. How could she let her go so quickly like that?

Tears started to form in her dulling blue eyes, and they ran down her pulled face, covered in wrinkles, and smile lines.

She really loved her? She really loved her too.

She pulls out another thick envelope, only this one was coloured purple like a daisy. She opened this one up hastily, like it was going to disappear any moment.

Dear Cyndie,

You should know that I love you more than you would ever know, and so, I've taken it upon myself to do as my parents have asked me, and I am now to be wedded to a rich and powerful man in the city.

Of course this means I can not speak to you for a while as I do not wish for you to be hurt by this.

Yours sincerely, with all my love,

-Millie

I love you.

A small tear fell into the page near her lover's name, and she realised with a slow thought that it almost exactly lined up with an old tear stain, probably from Millie herself as she was writing it.

She pushed the letter to the side, softly, and pulled some more out to read.

They were all letters of them conversing as Millie moved away from the countryside, away from Cyndie, to go live a life her parents wished for her.

This, in a way, had been Millie's way of saying good bye to Cyndie, because she was very sick.

At age five, Millie had been diagnosed with cancer, and moved to the countryside to keep her health in a safer state. This of course, led her to meet Cyndie, who worked as her maid for a while before going back to help her parents.

They started seeing each other more often after Cyndie's father died, and eventually, they turned into lovers, and even then, Millie had kept her illness a secret from Cyndie.

Dear Miss Ivory,

We regret to inform you that Milline Crawford has been hospitalised for the past six months, and the letters you have sent her will no longer reach her.

Milline Crawford passed away from stage four lung cancer on XXX at YYY and so, we have sent you back your letters, as well as the letters she was never able to send before her death.

Thank you for your co-operation,

Sincerely,
-Bueford Hospital and Nursing Home.

She put the letters back into their packaging and tucked the box back away in her cupboard, hiding the thing that killed off her soul.

A knock at the door sent the old woman flying, and she shuffled to the door and took the package of medication from the postie. She then went back through to her room and sat on her bed, before opening the container of pills she'd been waiting for.

She tipped a small handful into her hands and chucked it into her mouth with shaking fingers.

Finally after sixty years, she thought as she felt herself shutting down, I'll be able to see Millie again.

And so she closed her eyes for a final time, now able to see Millie, as young as they used to be, hold her hand, and take her to the afterlife, where they lived happily ever after.

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So you know, I do not condone any form of suicide, this is only a work of fiction and agree that you should love who you wish and not commit suicide.

Thank you.

I'm sorry.