His letter

Rina's final letter

I still remember three Mays ago when I had packed all my baggage to leave the streets of London and had come back to my hometown. The stalls of India had given me a great time but this time I wasn't ready to welcome that. I had my reasons to not tell about it to him, it had broken my heart to leave him but I don't think he would ever be able to think it like this. My sorrow is buried in this book and I try not to look at all the blues but it does not make me forget you Harry. This pandemic has made us drift apart in our own ways, but I never thought it would be better off this way. As I leave my room each morning, the feeling of loneliness kills me but I can't tell anyone about anything. I make my mom lunch everyday, she hasn't been able to recover from dad's death and maybe I haven't too yet. As I've decided I won't be writing in my diary anymore because all it contains is my sad prose and I would like someone else to continue these pages made of strange roads if someone ever finds this, I want you to know I hope you never feel alone. Go on, put your tale in words.