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"The letter I was never meant to read "
READING AGE 18+
Realyn Brooks
Science Fiction
ABSTRACT
The letter wasn’t meant for her.But when Maya picked it up from the rain-soaked porch of her new apartment, her name was written on the envelope — in handwriting she could never forget.Ethan.The same Ethan who disappeared from her life three years ago without a single word. The same man who made her believe in forever… and then shattered it.Her fingers trembled as she broke the seal. Inside was a single line:> “If you still think about me, meet me where the stars touch the water. – E”Maya’s heart raced. That was their place — the quiet dock by the old lighthouse, where they made promises under moonlight that neither of them kept.But Ethan was gone. Dead, everyone said. Lost in the storm that wrecked his boat.Still, something in her refused to believe it. And as thunder rolled again in the distance — just like the night he vanished — Maya grabbed her coat and the letter, and ran into the rain.When she reached the dock, the water was calm… too calm. And standing there, beneath the ghostly glow of the lighthouse, was a figure she knew by heart.He turned.Alive.Smiling through the rain.> “I told you,” he whispered. “I’d find my way back.”But the look in his eyes wasn’t the same — it was softer, haunted, as if he’d seen things he could never tell her.And in his hand, he held another letter… with her name on it again.Only this time, the handwriting wasn’t his.---