The First Unsent Letter — Library Window
Sana,
You were asleep at the library today. Your head on your folded arms, hair covering half your face. I sat two tables away, pretending to read about market economics. I hate economics.
I wanted to wake you up. Not because you looked uncomfortable but because I wanted you to see me, even for a second.
I don't know what I'm doing. I don't know why a girl who never looks up makes me feel like my chest is too small for my ribs.If you ever want to, look up.
— Elias
The Second unsent Letter — After Reading Her Journal
Sana,
I'm sorry. I shouldn't have read it.
Ten years.
When I read that, it felt like someone poured ice through my spine. It felt like the first time my mother said my grandfather was dying — that same, unstoppable finality.
But you're not dying, are you? You're choosing to stop. To walk away when you've given enough. And the worst part is… I get it.
You don't owe the world more than it gave you. But selfishly, I wish you'd owe me more time.
I won't tell you this. When you look at me, you see someone who can stay in the background — harmless, safe. So I will be.
I promise I won't beg. But if you ever give me permission, I'll beg.
— Yours, Elias
TEN YEARS AND MORE WITH YOU...
THE END!!!