"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,...