"Not all letters need to find a mailbox. Some are written just to keep the heart from breaking."— Aarya's diary
Three days passed.
The piano in the corner stood untouched, like a stage without its actor.But I kept watching the door.
Not because I missed him.Because I couldn't forget the way he played.
I buried myself in the letters — the ones strangers left for me to turn into words.A man who never told his father he was proud of him.A girl who confessed she hated her own reflection.
The world leaves so many things unsaid.
And sometimes, I wonder if I'm just a ghostwriter for the dead parts of people's hearts.
Then, on a Friday morning, I found it.Tucked between the poetry books. Not a request. Not a scribbled note.
A full letter. Folded. Typed. Left behind on purpose.
It had no envelope. Just the title:
"For Her, the Girl Who Doesn't Listen."
I paused.
No one knew I couldn't hear. Not unless they asked.Not unless they noticed.
But the boy — Veer — had noticed.
✉️ The Letter:
I don't know why I'm writing this.Maybe because silence is the only thing that listens back.
I saw you watching me play. You didn't look away.
Everyone else did. They always do — after a while.
But you… you stayed.
I used to think music could fix me. That every note was a stitch in the wound.
But sometimes, music just makes it bleed slower.
I don't play to be heard anymore.I play to remember what I was before everything broke.
I'm dying. You should know that.Not today. Maybe not this month. But it's coming.A thing growing inside me like a time bomb without a timer.
I'm not afraid of dying.I'm afraid of disappearing.
But when you looked at me —I didn't feel invisible.
So thank you.
Even if you don't understand these words…I hope you feel them.
— V.
I read it twice.
And then once more.Not with my eyes.With my hands pressed against my chest — where the echo of it stayed.
I didn't cry.I don't cry easily.
But I placed the letter in the Unsent Box anyway.
Even though it wasn't for someone else.Even though it was mine.
Because some letters don't ask to be answered.They just ask to be kept.