The Letter

She folded the letter carefully,

Reverently,

Finally …

And slipped it back into the heavy linen envelope.
It’s creases deep, already worn with her indecision, so unsure of her words, her confession …

this, her final goodbye.

Steeling herself, she sealed in the last pieces of her heart that belonged to him, securing it with warm red wax, courage, and a few errant tears.

He would mourn her.
But she,
She was free now …
To live.

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