Dear Mr. PostMan

Saying goodbye to a friend

Anna's Point of View

For the first time in weeks, Anna felt strong enough to go back to her place. It wasn't easy—every corner held a memory of him. But she couldn't avoid it forever. She needed closure.

The apartment was eerily silent when she stepped inside. It felt like a time capsule, untouched since the day he left. Taking a deep breath, she walked to the bedroom, running her fingers along the blankets. That's when she saw it—an envelope, slightly crumpled, half-hidden beneath the pillow.

Her heart stopped.

With shaky hands, she picked it up and recognized the handwriting instantly. John.

Swallowing hard, she unfolded the letter.

My dearest Anna,

If you're reading this, it means I'm gone. I know you didn't want to come with me; you didn't want to tempt fate or destroy things. I understand, but I also believe that fate brought us together for a reason, and it will bring us back together again. I know I overreacted a little bit, but I will never forget you.

Forever yours,

John

Tears blurred her vision as she clutched the letter to her chest.

She wiped her face quickly, when she heard a car horn as she looked out the window, a black limo was driving up her driveway. She watched as Paul stepped out of the limo adjusted his suit jacket and knocked on her door.

"Paul?" Anna whispered, her heart skipping a beat.

He offered her a soft, knowing smile, one that spoke volumes without needing words. "History's back to how it was, love. When John came back, things were as they should be, but... there's always been a hole in his heart. He won't admit it, but it's there. He needs you."

Her breath caught in her throat.

The past few weeks had been a blur of empty days and restless nights. She'd convinced herself leaving John was the right thing to do. That staying away, moving on, was the only option. But now, clutching his letter, hearing Paul's words—it was as if everything she'd told herself crumbled away.

She had to go back.

Here's another version with a slight shift in tone:

"So, history's been set right?" Anna asked, her voice a quiet murmur as she took another step forward. She needed to hear it—needed the reassurance that the timeline was intact, that she hadn't destroyed everything by her choices.

Paul gave her a small nod, his gaze softening. "Everything went back to how it was when John returned. But Anna... you should know, it's not the same for him. He's fine, but there's a part of him missing. A part only you can fill."

Her hands shook, and she felt the weight of his words like a stone pressing against her chest.

Paul's voice dropped, more serious now, as he took a step closer. "Even though he knew you couldn't come with him, he hasn't really moved on. He's pretending, love. He's just waiting for you. He needs you. And I believe you two can make it. Change history just a little—it'll be worth it."

Anna stood frozen, the world around her suddenly closing in, as if everything hinged on this one moment. Paul gave her one last, steady look before speaking again. "You need him, Anna. He needs you." Then Paul left as he saw the recognition in her eyes.

She knew what she had to do.

She wasted no time. She found Jass later that night, telling her everything—this time, not leaving anything out.

"I have to go back," Anna said firmly.

Jass stared at her, then sighed. "I knew you'd say that."

Anna expected her to fight her on it, but instead, Jass just pulled her into a hug. "Just promise me one thing," she murmured. "Be happy, okay?" 

Anna nodded against her shoulder. "I will. Do me a favor and look after Jack for me. I will never forget you, Jass. I love you," Anna said, letting go of Jass.

But just as she was about to leave, a wave of dizziness hit her. The nausea she had been ignoring for days suddenly became impossible to brush aside.

Jass gave her a sharp look. "Anna... have you been feeling sick?"

Anna hesitated. "I mean... yeah, but it's just stress."

Jass crossed her arms. "Stress doesn't make you puke every morning."

The realization hit like a bolt of lightning.

Her heart pounded. No. No way.

A pregnancy test later, she knew.

She was carrying John's baby.

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