The first letter was like a whisper carried by the wind — soft, trembling, but full of everything you never said out loud.
*In-ha,*
*If you're reading this, it means I'm already gone. Maybe you're sitting where we met, the rooftop, or under the ginkgo tree where the leaves fall like memories.*
*I wanted to live longer. I wanted to paint the sky with you, to hear your laughter without pain shadowing it. But some stories don't get the endings we hope for.*
*Please don't be angry at me. I never meant to leave you like this.*
*I want you to know that every smile I gave you was real, every moment, every silence, was filled with a love too deep for words.*
*When the wind blows, listen carefully. That's me saying goodbye.*
The letter trembled in my hands, but I held it close.
I could feel your breath in the breeze, your warmth in the fading light.
I read every word again and again, like a prayer.
The world felt empty without you, but these letters… they were pieces of your soul, scattered for me to find.
That day, I decided to live for both of us.
To carry your light through the darkness.
To paint the sky in colors you never got to see.
The wind picked up, swirling golden leaves around me.
And I whispered back, "I miss you, Yuna."
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