Best Regards

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Sometimes I wonder what fate has in store for me. But I didn't realize things would take a turn for the worst. And it's only 11 AM.

Submitted: October 27, 2013

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Submitted: October 27, 2013



Best Regards

My Dearly Beloved,

I regret to inform you that our time together has run its course. To my dearest Ruth, I have found our days to be tedious and devoid of happiness for both of us. Please take great care of little Lillian. I wish you two the best of luck.

“No one you love is ever truly lost.” -Ernest Hemingway

Best Regards, William.

The letter withered to the floor from my numb fingers. The man that had taught me how to walk, how to catch, read stories to me, and made me laugh was now giving us his rejection letter. Almost a resignation from our family. I couldn’t feel any other emotions than rage. I ran out the door onto the street.

My ears roar and my eyes stung as I ran out into the harshness of the dead of winter. Snow was falling to create a fresh blanket for the morning, but I couldn’t bare to see the beauty in it now. The man I had trusted for my whole life had betrayed me. He tossed me aside like a piece of garbage. I ran until my feet could bear no more. I plopped down on a bench in the city park and covered my face with my hands. My eyes watered uncontrollably and rivers began to form on my cheeks.

“Excuse me, miss?” I looked up sharply to a man in his teens bending down to my eye level.

“Are you alright?” He asked me. I shook my head weakly and he took a seat next to me. His smile was strange and so were his brown eyes. He seemed to be reflecting my emotions. This was the first time I had looked into the eyes of my captor of five years.

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