I Wrote To You Everyday For A Year の小説・ストーリー

But I knew that was a lie. Because now, when he’s gone for an entire day, the empty side of the bed feels... excessive. When he doesn’t reply to my texts for two hours, I start spiraling—wondering if he’s bored of me. When once, I never even cared who waited for me to come home. “Do you realize we’ve been together almost a year?” I asked softly, my fingers still hovering over the keyboard. “And I hope the next few years go by just as fast,” he answered immediately. Too fast. Like he’d rehearsed it.

A, I’m sorry. It’s been a while since I last sent you a message. I had nothing good to share with you back then, but now I do. Remember when we first started sending handwritten letters? I thought it was lame, but you said your aunt and uncle took away all your phone privileges, and this was the only way we could communicate. I even asked if you’ve heard of e-mail and the internet. And you sent me that drawing of the guy flicking me off. That was the best thing I’ve ever gotten in the mail.

"I swore if I saw you again I wouldn't let you go. Why didn't you write to me, Red?" My heart squeezed, feeling like it would pop soon. I pushed away from his chest, only to be gripped more tightly. "Why didn't I write to you? Why didn't you reply? I wrote to you. I wrote to you many times actually, and every day I would check the mail and there would be nothing. It was maddening, and eventually I just gave up, snuffing out the last ray of hope in my life." I pushed him hard, making his grip loosen enough for me to see his face.

The one she’d booked three weeks ago after we’d finally said the words out loud: “I need to see you in person.” We’d met in the most ordinary place possible, a subreddit for amateur writers. She’d posted a short story about a girl who was terrified of being touched. I left a comment that was kinder than most. She replied, I replied. One year later we were texting every single day, voice notes at 2 a.m., video calls where she’d hide half her face behind a pillow because she was shy about her smile.

And soon enough, I'd unleash it all on her. Fuck. The thought of it alone made my cock twitch so hard I thought my pants would tear. “I wrote to you,” I said softly. “Seventy-two letters. Do you remember any of them? I told you about my cell. About the fights. About how I carved your initials into my arm with a broken fork. About how I stopped eating for four days because the man who served my meal once said your name wrong.” I smiled faintly. “You never wrote back.”

That thought alone makes his chest ache even more. New Year’s Day. His jaw tightens as the memory resurfaces. That was their thing every year. He’s always the first to text her…. always, even before her so called boyfriends then. “Happy New Year, to my best friend in the world. Thank you for coming into my life and giving it warmth and happiness. I love you, Holly.” He would send it to her every single time without fail. But this year, he couldn't. He stared at his phone that night for hours…. typing, deleting, typing again.

Months became years. And every single year I waited, I kept texting her anyway. Millie, where are you? Please tell me you're okay. I miss you. I love you. Please. Just one reply. I sent birthday messages she never read. Christmas greetings that sat on "delivered" forever. Random thoughts at 2 a.m. when I couldn't sleep because I was terrified she was dead in a ditch somewhere and I'd never know. The agency moved on. The world moved on. Everyone acted like Millie-Rose Harvey was just another cautionary tale about fame and scandal.

I still kept in touch with then all, social media helped a lot. You'd think that since I was so busy and occupied I wouldn't miss my friends so much but I did. I missed them all especially Aaron Lee my boyfriend, which resulted in him coming home three times in the past year. He would've come more if hadn't stopped him. Jesse visited twice also. If anybody was to ask me how last year went I'd say it was the most fruitful year ever. Its a year I learned a lot to thing. I also threw my diary away into a river. I didn't need it anymore, although I'd forever miss my dad I've come to the conclusion that he's gone, he's no more physically with me.

Maybe one day, my dream will come true, and I can write full time… Love you all x

Zoya It was not easy to pass those four long days without him. I tried. I tried my best by distracting myself from every possible thing. Whenever I felt an urge to talk to him, I just opened my message box and wrote whatever I wanted to tell him but I never sent them. I dumped them into the draft box and it felt like I could actually talk to him. I called dadi every day to know how he was and I could hear his voice too.