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𝒟𝑒𝒶𝓇, 𝐸𝓋𝑒.
𝐼𝓉'𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝓆𝓊𝒾𝑒𝓉, 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓋𝑒. 𝐼'𝓂 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝓎𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒... 𝒴𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝑜𝒻𝒻 𝑜𝓃 𝒶 𝓉𝓇𝒾𝓅 𝑜𝓇 𝓅𝒾𝒸𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓊𝓅 𝒥𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓈. 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝐼'𝓂 𝒹𝓇𝒾𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝒸𝒽𝑜𝑜𝓁 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒷𝒶𝑔𝓈, 𝓈𝒾𝓉𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝓃 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒸𝓁𝑜𝓈𝑒𝓉. 𝐼 𝒹𝑜 𝓌𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝒹 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉, 𝓌𝒶𝓁𝓀 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒹𝑜𝑜𝓇 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓈𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓌 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒶𝓇𝓂𝓈 𝒶𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝒾𝒹 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔. 𝐹𝒶𝓇 𝒶𝓈 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝓉𝓎𝓀𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓇𝓃𝑒𝒹, 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝒶𝓂𝒶 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝓈𝑜𝑜𝓃.
𝐼 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝒽𝒾𝓂 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓃'𝓉, 𝓎𝑒𝓉.
𝐼 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝓂𝓎 𝓈𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝓈𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝒽𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓎𝒷𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓂. 𝐼 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝑒𝓁𝓁, 𝐼 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝒾𝓉'𝓈 𝓃𝒾𝒸𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒. 𝐼 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝓀𝑒𝑒𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶 𝓈𝑒𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓂 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓂𝑒, 𝐼 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝒷𝑒 𝒶 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓁𝑒. 𝑀𝒶𝓎𝒷𝑒 𝒾𝓉'𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓃𝑒 𝓉𝒶𝓁𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝓂𝒶𝓎𝒷𝑒 𝒾𝓉'𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝐼 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓋𝑜𝒾𝒸𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓈, 𝓈𝒸𝑜𝓁𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉.
𝑀𝒶𝓎𝒷𝑒 𝐼'𝓁𝓁 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓁𝒶𝓋𝒶 𝒸𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝓈𝑜 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽.
𝒮𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓁𝓎, 𝑀𝑒𝓁𝒶𝓃𝒾𝑒.
The last word left her hand as the ink smudged just the slightest on the final period, the paper peeling from her fingertips before twirling downwards, the wind toying with it for a few moment in a solemn dance before yielding the thin parchment and the script handwriting she'd done her best with to the calm lap of the waves nudging at the cliff.
The flowers at her feet rustled, a beautiful gold that caught the pinks and purples of the sunset as a tear glinted in her eye.
"Come home soon, my love."
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𝒟𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝐸𝓋𝑒,
𝐼 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝓈𝓁𝑒𝑒𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝑒𝓁𝓁, 𝐼 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝒾𝓉'𝓈 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒸𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝑒𝓃𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓌𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓈𝓌𝑒𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒, 𝒾𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒾𝓉 𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓈. 𝐼'𝒹 𝓉𝑜𝓈𝓈 𝒾𝓉 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓁𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝓊𝓉... 𝐼 𝑔𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝐼'𝓂 𝒶 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻𝒾𝓈𝒽.
𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓈𝓂𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒻𝓊𝓂𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓂𝓅𝑜𝑜 𝑜𝓃 𝒾𝓉 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓉'𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓉𝓈 𝓂𝑒. 𝑀𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓈 𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝒶𝓎𝒷𝑒... 𝑀𝒶𝓎𝒷𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒻𝒶𝓇 𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓎. 𝑀𝒶𝓎𝒷𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝑔𝑒𝓉𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓈𝑒. 𝒟𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀, 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒽𝑜𝓁𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃. 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓀𝓈 𝒻𝑜𝓇... 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓀𝓈 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒷𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝑒, 𝐼 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝒽𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊.
𝐼 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝒥𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓈' 𝒸𝒶𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝑜𝓃, 𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝓁𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝒾𝓃 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒷𝑒𝒹 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝒽𝒾𝓂 𝒾𝓉'𝓈 𝑔𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝑜𝓀𝒶𝓎.
𝐼'𝓂 𝓉𝓇𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓎 𝓉𝑜𝑔𝑒𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒽𝒾𝓂, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝐼'𝓂 𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶𝓃 𝑒𝓂𝓅𝓉𝓎 𝓈𝓅𝒶𝒸𝑒 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝓊𝓈𝒽𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝓃𝑒𝓍𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓌𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽𝑒𝒹 𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓎 𝓈𝒾𝓉𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒶𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈, 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃'𝓉 𝒽𝑒𝓁𝓅 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓀 𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝒶 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒. 𝐼𝓉'𝓈 𝓈𝑜 𝓆𝓊𝒾𝑒𝓉, 𝓃𝑜𝓌. 𝐼'𝓂 𝓈𝑜 𝒸𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒶𝓇𝓂𝓈 𝒶𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈.
𝒟𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝓂𝑒, 𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒. 𝐼'𝓁𝓁... 𝐼'𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝑜𝓃. 𝐼 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊.
𝒮𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓁𝓎, 𝑀𝑒𝓁𝒶𝓃𝒾𝑒.
A thin slip of paper fell, slowly, crashing against the waves before being pulled under violently, caught up in the riptide as it fell further down.
She looked up, a thin film of blue hanging above her head as she reached up, fingers gently brushing the surface above her, fingertips coming away wet with salt as she watched, a small slip of parchment twirling about in the weak current below the surface, sinking further, closer. She reached up once more, her hand making harsh contact with the water's under, a few drops slipped out past her as the letter came closer, seeming more real by the second until it slipped straight through what held her from crossing, the wet page falling before she caught it with her forearm, taking the page gently to hold it out.
It was legible, still. Oddly well preserved despite its trip.
She was silent, a tear running down her cheek.
"Love you too, my sweet melody."
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