The Love Letter
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"I already know how roses feel when you pull out their petals and scatter them. I used to think it was beautiful, and even romantic, but now I see how sad it really is. How cruel it is to leave them like that - with no hope to reunite again; to left them dry - alone, discarded, abandoned, shattered, just a faint resemblance to their former beauty. And I, I'm just like them, a shattered and abandoned _rose_, with no chance of ever regaining my wholeness."
That's how this story began - with me getting my heart broken. Again!
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An ugly truth shatters the life Rose had built up, after fleeing from the past, showing her that the walls she had raised around herself were made out of straw and hay and only one strong gust of wind and they're already down.
A letter brings back the past and intertwines it with the present in a last attempt to restore what it was or destroy it forever. And it is a love letter. A love letter that Rose once waited for, that now she had stopped dreaming of, and that could change everything, one way or another.
The love letter Rose receives takes her on a path she never thought she would take, so to recreate the past or finally come to terms with it.
But who sent it and why it turns out to be a more complex question than she ever thought.
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