𝟏 𝟏 𝐋 𝐄 𝐓 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒 || ˢ. ᵗᵒᵈᵒʳᵒᵏᶦ

E P I L O G U E

he just had to have found the letters.

11 small sheets of paper, all with her small, cursive, handwriting on it, rustled in his hands as he read each one carefully, savouring each word,

knowing that she was the one who penned each letter.

the first few were easy enough to read.

but as he moved on to the last few, he wouldn't admit it

but his hands were trembling.

and after finally putting down the last one,

the last one she ever wrote to him, he allowed himself one tear.

just one.

but one became two, and then two became three.

and after a long while, when the boy finally raises his head,

getting to work, pulling out a piece of paper and pen of his own,

to write a letter to a dead girl he loved.

my mistake- make that 'loves'.