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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PROLOGUE: X: I don't have a name? I don't know who I am? I never have. Everyone calls me X like the letter. I live in a hospital for mentally ill people. But. I am not mentally ill. I never have been. I don't know why, or how I got here? But all I do know is that I don't deserve to be here but we all know why im really here its because they think i'm... different... Tana: I've always liked the colour red. Red, is for rage, and anger, but it also means love and roses. How I love roses. My name is....well i was never given one, my parents didn't care enough i suppose but everyone calls me Tana. I've been stuck in a hospital without knowing why? My sister couldn't take care of me so I was placed in this hospital? I've always wondered why? Sometimes I wonder why I have to be so...different... CA$H: My name is CA$H. No one knows my real name and no one ever will! I am taking that shit to my grave. I have been in this dumb ass facility for two years now. Because I'm supposedly Ill like they have to be high or something right. Because I am not crazy. I KNOW I'm not. I think they put me in here because I'm... different... Ian: "Sometimes, happy memories hurt the most." That is the worst quote ever. How can happy memories hurt and be sad? If I had true, real happy memories I would never complain. Because to have happy memories you need to have sad ones. The meaning of life, what does that even mean? What does anything mean anymore? Maybe they're all right. Maybe I am just too...different...

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