All For Love

I took the letter she had left for me from my brother's hands. I looked into his eyes and pointed at the door. "It's personal." I tried not to sound as worried as I was feeling. It seemed that it worked, because the next thing my brother did, was to leave my room and shut the door quietly behind him.

I sat on my desk's chair and opened the letter. I just stared at it for a couple of seconds, realizing at that moment that everything was over and then I started reading it, feeling my own eyes burning and tears rolling down my cheeks.