Her last Letters

Her last Letters

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Last words. What exactly are they? Are they the secrets one wanted to reveal? Are they the apologies one never made? Are they the promises one will never break? Are they the words one could never say? Are they the goodbye's one never had the time or heart to say face to face? Are they one's gratitude for a lovely life? Or are they about the pain one felt? The anger one never expressed? The fears one never faced? The answers are many... Point is what do you believe in? And as for me, I believe Last Words are heart felt confessions. Whatever the person says, it comes from their heart. And when it's suicide, the last words are the words the person has always wanted to say but was stopped by some or the other kind of fear. _*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_* This is story of a young 17 year old sweet girl with the heart of gold. This is a story of a girl named Anna who, unfortunately, lost herself while fighting to survive. This is a story of a girl who committed suicide. Wondering why? All you have to do to quench your thirst is to read this story. "Her Last Letters" _*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_* WARNING- This story contains triggering words.
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Prologue - When Hearts Break Betrayal doesn't scream. It whispers. It seeps in like poison, invisible at first, until one day you wake up and realize you've been dying quietly inside. That was me. A wife. A mother. A woman discarded for someone else's smile on a glowing screen. He was supposed to be my forever. Instead, he became my wound. Eight months later, I'm still learning how to breathe without bleeding. Two children look at me with eyes too wise for their years. Han, seventeen, carrying silence like armor. Bella, six, asking me why Ami cries at night when the world is asleep. I tell her it's just allergies. She doesn't believe me. Some nights, I wonder if I still exist beyond the roles I'm forced to carry-mother, provider, survivor. Is there still a woman left inside me? Or did she die the night she saw the truth blinking on his phone? And then, in the middle of that loneliness, I met him. Not in the real world, but behind a username. Mr× A stranger with shadows darker than mine. A man broken by betrayal, scarred by addiction, living with an illness that became his shame. We should have never crossed paths. But broken souls recognize each other. And sometimes, even in the darkest places, love finds a way to whisper back. This isn't a fairy tale. This is a story of two wounded hearts, meeting in the rain of their ruins, daring to dream of sunlight again.

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