The Last Letter
She sat at the window, pen in hand, looking at the blank sheet of paper upon her knees. This is harder than she thought. The only reason why she refused to say it face to face is she knew she would say the wrong things- hurtful, jealous, unforgiving. No, that’s not what she want to be. Upon written words, she will be controlled and subdued.
The hours tick by, and yet she has not found the right words. What words are right, when it comes to pain and sorrow.
She was his world. There is no longer room left for this girl by the window. She knew it’s time to leave the past behind, and start on a future.
The sun streamed in through the windows, glowing. The sheet of paper on the desk, with only the words,