The Lost Letters

The Lost Letters

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When Lee Hara moves into her family's new home, the last thing she expects to find is a box of old, unsent letters tucked away in the attic. Each letter holds a story-of people she's never met, of emotions too raw to forget, and of lives that somehow begin to intertwine with her own. The deeper she dives, the more the line between past and present begins to blur. Some stories were never meant to be told. But Hara was meant to find them. All stories are mine. Please do not copy whatsoever or take 'inspirations' from these. All of these were made by me and it took me a lot of courage to post these. All characters are mine, any similarities to other books is merely a coincidence
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This day wasn't an exception. I cried over and over until I could no longer, I wiped my tears and took the packages in my arms after opening the door. In the house, nothing new. They were still talking, so I had time to drop off the packages, and without even opening one, I headed to the showers, cleaned my face with water, and went to my room. This is roughly how my days as a child went. I know that it cannot be described as an ideal childhood, but it would certainly be the most beautiful period of my life. Despite family conflicts, school conflicts, loneliness, and fear, I was happy. I was happy because they were all there, happy because they always remained, despite my faults, and happy. After all, I knew that I had not yet experienced the worst. Happy because I knew, that sooner or later everything would end. So yes, I was as cowardly and useless as they all claimed and even more naive than they would have believed, but this vision that I had at that age kept me going. Although the truth was hard to accept, I was given no choice. So I accepted life as it came; I accepted myself and my truth, my weaknesses, and the fact that I had to get used to the idea that I would always be the first actor to die in films.

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