1 Pools of sorrow, waves of joy

She runs her index finger over the sharp edges of the envelope, admiring how thick it is. It is addressed to her, the handwriting cramped, small, and yet somewhat legible. The handwriting, without a doubt, is a man's.

The man.

The man you would want to receive letters from, each one telling you nothing less than perfect.

The kind of perfect that is found in the simplest saying.

And that saying is "I love you."

That's what he wrote to her, she was sure of it. And yet the un-emptied contents contain so far from the truth she desperately needs to know.

Her breath catches. She hasn't seen this man in nearly two years now.

It was only until the last moment they had seen each other she had discovered how truly in love she was with him. The battle that could only tear them apart.

So why this mysterious letter? Why now?

She's emotional.

Trembling, she gently lifts the seal to open the envelope. Her hesitant smile vanishes, her face clouding white with shock and anger.

It's no ordinary letter.

It's a card. Thick. White. It flutters to the ground.

She looks down at it helplessly.