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Dear Reader,
Enjoy more short stories between letters!
Snow fell as I made my way home. The tears that were falling down were leaving icicle trails on my cheeks. It seemed that even the angels in Heaven were so devasted by what had happened this day that rain was not enough to represent their pain.
They tell me that it will all be okay. That one day I’ll understand why they did it and why, for some unknown reason, I’m still alive. And he isn’t.
His memory haunts me like spirits haunts a Stephen King novel.
I tried for years to forget about him, about the great love I had lost, but nothing I had done had worked.
The fire had ripped through the old church just a few days ago, but it looked like it had been in shambles for years.
It started as a dream.
No. A nightmare.
Then worse, it became my reality.
A love gained and a love lost. I was never one to believe in soulmates, but that is what I thought I had found—someone I could be with forever. But it was all a lie.
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