July 4, 2001.
A mail arrived in a very odd colored envelope. It didn’t seem like a light bill or one from work. So she opened it and read its content. It was from her sister Nancy.
“Hey love, it’s me and I know you’ve been avoiding everyone that cares about you but I will still try because you are my sister and I love and care about you. I got fired two days ago and I used my last savings to buy you this plane ticket to come to Minnesota. Now, you might roll your eyes and flip out but this is truly the last of my savings and I’m sure you will not let it got to waste. I’ll be expecting you tomorrow. Call me when you get to the airport, I’ll come pick you up”.
Love, Nancy.
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Absence
Short StoryThe fear of loving is the fear of loosing. She loved and lost what she never truly had to begin with.
