One letter is all I have left- only one. Of hundreds of letters I shared with friends and ex-boyfriends from my teenage years, there is only one piece of neatly folded paper, scrawled with black ink, left in my attic. It was that one letter, however, that inspired an entire novel. It’s funny how things affect you. It’s strange what stirs your soul and where you find inspiration. I’m happy I grew up in a time where feelings were expressed on paper, not in texts or Facebook messages. Tangible inspiration is powerful.
Here is a part of Emma’s love story and the ghost that haunts her.
A ghost haunts me. I can hear him whisper late at night. His words float through the dark air like mist on a river, enshrouding me in a damp and chilling warmth. The memories we shared, once repressed in the recesses of my mind, come flooding back, infiltrating my soul and making the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. I can’t help but smile, but yet, I fill with fear. I know he is dead and yet, he is here. I can feel him. Even after all these years, I know it is him. No other soul greets mine like his. I search my barren surroundings, hoping to catch a glimpse of what he is now-his magnificent soul, somehow bound to earth, somehow bound to me.
Above me in the attic, I hear something move. It slowly scrapes across the floor, then comes to a stop.
“Eric, Is that you?” I call out.
I hear no response, but something above me thumps on the floor.
Terror and curiosity fill me.
I turn on every single light and walk up the stairs.
As I step into the attic, I discover what was left for me to find. An old photograph album lays opened to the three remaining pictures of what we once were. I look at our young, smiling faces then turn to see the only letter that survived from so long ago.
I pick it up, and notice that the paper has yellowed. For the first time in over twenty years, I read the words that were meticulously written in black ink.
Hey! What’s up? I’m writing to give you my new address. I’m hoping to hear from you. I’m also hoping I can get my life straight so something like this doesn’t happen again....not with you, but with me. I wish it would have worked out. But I guess not. I’ll never forget you, not in a million years. Every time I look at your picture it will bring joy to my heart. I will always remember you. I’m hoping you’ll think of me as I will be thinking of you. I’m going to miss holding you or talking to you on the phone. Well, I got to go. Take care and also, I still love you no matter what happens and my love will never, ever fade. I will see you again.
P.S. Always remember, nothing can change the way I feel about you. NOTHING.
I shiver, realizing that in life, we never did see each other again, but like every other promise Eric ever made, he kept his word: I will see you again.
I won’t say I’m disappointed, but I can’t help but wonder, why?
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