my dearest rose,
i went to the ocean today to watch the sunset. i swam in the very water that you loved so dearly. i never trusted the water. it was too unpredictable, but you told me that's what you loved the most about it.
the ocean reminds me of you and maybe that's why i felt so at home; because a little piece of you will always be a part of the water now.
i suppose it's beautifully tragic that the very thing you loved was also the thing that stole you from me.
maybe if i had been there i could have saved you. i'm sorry.
i bought a rose from a vendor on the beach and i let it go in the water. i thought it would make me feel better, but it didn't.
i don't think i'll ever feel better.
always,
harry xx
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rose || h.s.
Fanfictionher name was rose and when she left, his heart went with her. lowercase intended. short story.
