Letter

[TW letter, grieving]

[this chapter do not contain plot development and is an homage, you can skip it if you want]

I hold the pen tightly as I gazed at the paper tightening my eyes and trying to squeeze the tears out in a last desperate attempt of crying.

I failed one more time.

I was left alone with myself, with my heart sitting in the chair in front of me ready to be devasted and destroyed from the forthcoming encounter with the past.

I wrote a few times to my grandfather but I stopped when it became too hard to deal with my emotions.

Maybe it was time to write a third letter, maybe it would help.

I leaned the pen closer to the white paper and as soon as the pen touched the paper and the ink came out, my hand began trembling.

I could feel the sadness inside me, the deepest worst sadness, the kind of sadness that put roots over your heart and dragged it away from your chest.