Dearest Alex,
My love, I am scared. Our story stays hidden in my dressing table drawer, and I have yet to find someone to hand the responsibility over.
I am also terrified that I may not see you. What if my prayers are not enough? If I were to be punished for any of my sins, the harshest one would be to separate us.
I tried to correct my wrongs I could think of... I called Delilah and apologized. Told her I am sorry that our relationship would end as a strained one. She found out I was dying and cried. I haven't heard her cry in a while. I forgave her, Alex.
I have written my will- all our belongings will be sold and the money will go to the Malvins' Educational Foundation. Also, a percentage of the profits from my textile factory (that's right, my factory that produces and owns 76% of the industry) will be indefinitely donated to the foundation. My love, I have ensured our dreams will be kept alive, and that we shall continue to collect good deeds even after I die.
Yours truly,
Rhea Malvin
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Dearest Alex, Yours Truly
Short StoryLove letters written by Reema Malvin to her love, Alexander Mohammed Malvin. These letters provide a glimpse into their story.
