pyrewood – theme 6 – (letter)
Rinoa thinks about him.
Sometimes. Often. All the time.
And the 'what if's and 'maybe's.
She stares at a piece of blank paper, lying perfectly white in front of her, untouched by ink.
There are so many things she wants to say… questions, possibilities, apologizes, reunions… the list goes on and on.
But at the end of the day, everything remains unsaid and the letter is never written.