The bloodstained letter remained in his possession; a reminder of his once cherished love, a love gone but not forgotten. Remembering the past was all that's left for him to do. With the stains of the pain still lingering, he took the bloodstained letter and stared at the portion where his beloved's name used to be. He didn't know his beloved anymore.
He could only recall the blissful times he had with her. He found it strange that he could not remember her face.
Why?
He stands at his doorstep staring at his shack, still damaged from the storm on that sad day. Fixing it would do no good. It might even do more harm. He only looks at it now.
He clenched his fist, crumpling the bloodstained letter as he looked up the sky. Dark clouds formed. The crack of thunder didn't make him flinch. The rain poured down as strong as that faithful day. The wind began to blow. Stretching his clenched fist to the wind, he stared blankly beyond his fist. Slowly, he let go of the bloodstained letter from his grip as the wind blew it away from him. A metaphor of a love that was blown away by sorrow.
With the bloodstained letter out of his sight, he enters his house. Never to be seen or heard from again.
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