Spring came early the year Iris died. Luke found himself at their favorite overlook, the letter clutched in his shaking hands. The ink was smudged in places where her tears had fallen while writing it.
"My dearest Luke,
If you're reading this, I've already said goodbye. But I need you to know - these months with you were the best of my life. Every race, every sunset, every time you laughed at my terrible jokes... you made my borrowed time into a gift.
Don't stop living. Ride your bike to all the places we talked about. Eat that terrible street food that always gave you heartburn. Fall in love again, even though I'll be ridiculously jealous wherever I am.
Most of all - don't regret loving me. I never did.
Always yours,
Iris"
A breeze stirred the cherry blossoms around him, scattering petals like pink snow. Luke carefully folded the letter and tucked it over his heart, right where he'd once carried her.
Then he kicked his bike to life and rode into the sunrise.