Dear Mr. PostMan

Locket

John sat there in a storm of frustration. The phone call with Anna had ended, leaving him spiraling into a whirlwind of anger and heartbreak. Without thinking, he hurled the phone across the room, the sharp crack of plastic echoing as it hit the wall. His fists, fueled by the emotional chaos within him, slammed into the nearest surface, followed by a fury-driven sweep that sent papers and objects flying off the desk.

It wasn't until the adrenaline faded and the room fell eerily silent that he realized what he'd done. The remnants of the phone lay shattered on the floor, a symbol of the mess he'd made—physically and emotionally. His chest tightened, and the weight of it all crashed down on him. The tears came suddenly, uncontrollably.

"What have I done?" John whispered through ragged breaths, his voice breaking.

It was then that Paul entered. The sight of John crumpled on the floor, surrounded by the chaos of his own frustration, struck him immediately. Something was wrong, terribly wrong.

"John? Hey, John—WAKE UP, mate!" Paul shouted, rushing to shake him.

John groaned, slowly blinking himself awake. His vision blurred for a moment before it focused on Paul. "Uh? Oh, it's you, Paulie..."

Paul's eyes scanned the wreckage of the room before landing back on John. "John, this place is a bloody mess. What happened, mate?"

John's heartache was too much for words at first. He choked on the confession. "She left me. Anna... we were talking, and she said she didn't want to do this anymore. Said it hurt too much..." His eyes, usually sharp, now appeared defeated, the weight of the loss hanging heavy.

Paul took a step closer, laying a comforting hand on his friend's back. "Oh, she's probably just upset, John. Give her some space. Try again tonight. She'll come around."

John's face twisted with frustration. "I can't... I broke the one thing that lets me talk to her." His voice cracked, the reality of his actions sinking deeper.

Paul paused, considering. "Well, it's not the only way, Johnny. You could still write to her. Tell her how much you care. But first, let's get you cleaned up, yeah? Fresh air will do you good."

John nodded in agreement, and together, they tidied up the apartment, getting John back into a state where he could face the world again. About half an hour later, they were out the door, strolling through London. The walk did wonders, giving John time to clear his head, but he was still weighed down with thoughts of Anna.

After some time, they passed by a small jewelry shop. John's gaze lingered on a display in the window.

"Whatcha looking at, John?" Paul asked, noticing his friend's interest.

"I'm getting that," John replied, pointing to a delicate gold heart-shaped locket with a tiny diamond set in the corner.

Before Paul could protest, John was already inside the store, exchanging words with the clerk. A few minutes later, the locket was wrapped and paid for, and John walked back outside with the small bag in hand.

"Cheers for the cheer-up, mate," John said, his tone more determined now, even as his mind still lingered on Anna. "But I've got writing to do."

Paul stood there, confused but understanding, watching John quickly walk off. "Right, sure. Writing..." he mumbled, still unsure what had just happened.

Back at his apartment, John sat at his desk, the locket sitting beside him as he picked up a pen, determined to put his feelings into words.

Here's the revised version with the clarification that John broke the phone by mistake:

Dear Anna,

I know you probably don't want to talk to me right now, or even write to me—because of the distance, because of everything. But I need to tell you something. I've fallen for you, and I can't get you off my mind.

Please, keep writing to me. Hearing your voice, reading your words—it's enough for me. Even if we never meet. But if that's not enough for you, I'll understand.

Before you decide to cut me out of your life forever, I want you to have something to remember me by.

Also, I broke the phone by mistake. If its not too much trouble mind sending a new one? I didnt mean to break it, forgive me.

Love always,

John

With the letter finished, John carefully placed the locket into the envelope, his hands trembling ever so slightly as he sealed it shut. He held the envelope close to his chest for a moment, taking in the weight of what he had just written. He kissed the paper gently, whispering a silent prayer that Anna would still want to hear from him. "I wish I could see you, hold your hand," he thought.

After a deep breath, he dropped the letter into the mailbox. As his hand lingered on the metal, a sudden wave of dizziness swept over him. The world around him tilted, spinning like a bad dream, and before he could even comprehend what was happening, his knees gave way. He collapsed to the ground, the darkness swallowing him whole.

From a distance, Paul had been watching, unaware of the strange turn of events. He saw John drop to the ground and, in the blink of an eye, disappear, as though the world had simply swallowed him up.

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The end. Sorry this took me a long time to post. But I've had some stuff happen recently. But don't worry I haven't forgotten about this story or my other ones. 👍🏻 anyway hope you like this chapter. Thanks for the patients and keep voting and commenting. Thank you! Edited Chapter.