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I think it would be okay to read this one. 16th of July, 1980 My Gorgeous Plotinus, I know this letter won’t be delivered to you as they put a barrier between us two. My feelings are continually growing and I will always keep this when it was my time to be presented in a bed made of black roses. Please know that my heart will continue beating for you until my last breath in this unfair world. Take care of our child and don’t ever think that I didn’t cherish you because all my life, I was watching you from afar. You are like a star that even though it took a while to put you in my possession, it’s worth it as I have a chance to look at you until the very end. It’s such a waste that our story

The handwriting was measured, telling the story of the writer’s life teaching in a village. At the end of the letter, it read, [I finally understand that real love has nothing to do with possession. It’s about letting you become the best version of you. Thank you for letting me understand myself. I wish you all happiness.] After reading the letter, she threw it into the hearth. She watched as the paper blackened and curled up. In the end, it became ash. At the same time, in an old house in a small village, an old man frowned and counted letters.

I simply want all of you to have a happy and comfortable life, even without me. I looked at the last message I put in the letter before I smiled bitterly. ‘If you are reading this letter, I am sure I am no longer in the world, so please don’t look at me because I am always there by your side. I wish you happiness until we meet again. Sincerely yours, Alejandro Valencia. ‘ I have given my letter to Adrastos after I finish writing, so he can deliver it to my family and Carmina. “Thank you so much, I’m done,” I told him. He just accepted the letter and said nothing.

Then: It was because you taught me that even temporary things can be precious. Tears fell freely now. Not only from Ama. Naomi looked away quietly. Even Arthur's expression softened. The final lines appeared. So if the dream is over… And if tomorrow continues… And if you finally let yourself rest… The silver ink brightened. One last time. Thank you for staying. Silence. The letter ended there. No signature. No farewell. Because it didn't need one. The message had already said everything. The page slowly folded itself closed. Not hiding.

They were faint and shaky, written in a familiar handwriting: “Camela.” Her breath hitched as she whispered, “Vincent?” The words continued to write themselves: “I burned the void. I killed him. The ghost is gone. The brides are free. But so am I…from you.” Camela’s hand trembled as she read further with tears brimming in her eyes. “This is my letter. It has no stamps and no address…just silence between us. You must live now. Don’t wait for me.” Tears dripped onto the page as she cried out, “No, don’t leave me again.”

I picked up the notepad by the coffee table and wrote a letter to Natalia. "My dear Natalia, I am grateful for what you have done for me till now, and I hope you get all the happiness throughout your life. Especially when you have found your mate. Many best wishes from my side. But, alas, I can no longer be a part of your life. My life is a curse. I am leaving. Please forgive me if possible. If till today there has been any such mistake which has hurt your heart, then forgive me. You have done me good till now. If, in the future, I am able to repay your favors, then I will be happy. Till the next meeting, which may never happen, goodbye. And yes, I beg you, don't tell Aidan anything about th

It looked as though it was a dream and she needed to be woken up from it but her curiosity piqued, she opened the envelope to find an intricately designed card that read: 'Dear Layla, Pack your bags, wear comfortable clothes, and be ready for a journey of love and affection. We're leaving for a weekend getaway to a mountain cabin, where the air is fresh, the trees whisper wisdom, and the mountains stand as steadfast companions. Together, we'll find solace and rejuvenation amidst the beauty of nature. With all our love, Darius & Lucius'. Tears welled up in Layla's eyes as she read the heartfelt message. She felt overwhelmed with gratitude and a sense of anticipation for the adventure that lay

I picked up the card with shaking hands and read the message written in elegant script. "You can never replace her. A Secret Admirer"

The engine roared, and the car drove away without giving me time to catch up. I ran a few meters behind, but it was useless. I stood with the envelope in my hand, panting, unable to understand anything. "What the hell is going on?" I murmured. I broke the seal of the envelope with clumsy hands. Inside, a letter written in Amelie's handwriting. My vision blurred, the letters danced, but I read: "I am so sorry. I will not marry you. I could never forgive you, and this will be my revenge. Do not look for me, Damian. This time, you will be the one who learns what it's like to be left alone."

Slowly, I opened it, and my eyes began to scan the page that was hidden within. “Dearest Logan,” the letter began. “I am writing this letter to you with the hope that you will never need to read it. But if you are, then know this: I have always loved you, and I always will. Even in death, I’ll never stop loving you. A mother’s love knows no bounds, after all.”