The Letter

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The sunlight forced my eyes open. I started my day leisurely. My mornings were always charming. The breathtaking hill stations, Meandering rivers and Amazing natural scenarios; I still wait for the day when I can show these small beauties of life to someone. The pillars gleamed as daylight filled my bygone house. My legs quivered as I placed them on the floor. I walked to the front door as a slight cold gust of wind brushed my face. But then something caught my eye. I looked down to see a dusty envelope next to my feet. It contrasted sharply with the floor and the greenery around. I slowly bent down to pick it up. Inside was a neatly folded piece of paper.

“Dear mom,
I had grown up listening to each and every word and moves of you. Nothing of me could do anything against your words, Until I met her. I can’t say anything more mom. For this one time, I have to go against your words. It’s time to turn everything into an unforgettable memory. Don’t miss me mom.”

My pulse started racing. I did not know what for. Was it because the letter reached the wrong person or because I know someone is going to die? I was blank. I could not decide. I closed my eyes and took deep breaths. I raced to my room to grab my jacket and ran to the front yard. The sound of my scooter engine echoed through the front yard. I rushed outside my front door. The strong gust of wind blew my hair to my face. I stopped in front of the post office. The sky was darksome. I rushed inside and banged the envelope on the table. The thunder crashed loud. “I need to know where this came from!”, I said loud. “There are some rules and procedures Miss. I hope you know how to behave.”, the officer corrected. “But this is really important! Please understand!”, I asserted. The tiny hair on my forehead soaked by a light drizzle. It was raining cats and dogs. The officer sighed. “Sorry Miss”. “Sir but!”, I interrupted. “The door is that way.”, he said. My eyes watered. I took a deep breath. “I’m extremely sorry sir. Someone is about to die. Or at least that’s what is written in this letter.” I heaved. “This needs to be somewhere else!”, I cried, showing the envelope in my hand.