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"Dear Richard...", He opened the letter to read it's contents after separating himself from the people, sitting on the fine sands as the winds blew slightly across his face.

The daylight had not faded completely, thanks to the sky which managed to retain large rays of light, that was what aided his vision into reading the letter.

The words on the scroll was finely written, with a clear ink and a perfect handwriting, he remembered the last time he ever saw her handwriting, those were the days they communicated to each other but distance was not a friend to the new found relationship.

He could read the words, but strangely, he read them in her voice. With every pronunciation, and every stressed syllable, he could hear the words being pronounced and the letter being read in her sweet soft voice.

"It's been days you left but the feel like months and decades without your hand to hold me closer to yourself and your sweet calm touch to comfort me whenever I feel lonely or scared.", He paused