A Cord & A Pair of Scissors

Drabble #1

   By the time you get this letter... I've up and left. I don't know when I'll see you again and I don't know when that may ring true, but I'll miss you dearly... Remember the things we've been through together... I hope you'll be safe and remember not to despair... We'll meet again in the distant future so do take care... I cherish you.

Sincerely, _______

   The letter was signed and placed in the postal box, an official stamp on it. The nicely decorated letter fell into the collateral of others and the lid slowly closed as they walked away. From him, from the team, from the things they spent the most time on. Though through letters. Maybe things, wouldn't be so bad. 

   Ample time had passed now and nothing was to be admonished. Bonds were sealed and promises were broken and finalized. He was now gone only a thought amongst the winds of reminiscent minds of the past. He missed everyone dearly, though those days, linger no further like cherry blossoms amongst the breeze.

"Since that time, he's talked to me less though I suppose it is only of my own volition that the imposed became what it was. I hope it troubles him no further."

   It had now been years since either party held exchanges, many things had changed in both their lives, some mentally and others of a more physical calibre. Though despite that, one could not prevent the constant thought and reflection on what they both had shared in the past. Promises made fueled them both in a certain path of life.

"It's been ages since I've seen him... But I can't seem to let him go after all this time.. Maybe it's high time I make my way back... It's been ages since I've been able to talk to you and now I long for the warmth you once provided me when we were younger... Though lives of the radiant sun do carry their moons. I do hope you are well as I struggle in my stead, though I keep your promises near as I always have... Do be safe, my one and only love..." 

He voiced out his letter as he wrote it down on the ruched parchment. It was then sent off as he sighed deeply closing his eyes. His ears, well trained listen to the music of nature as time merely passed him by. Life was not his solitude, though he enjoyed it regardless. "Eventually he's going to have at me and then I'll have to suffer once more, but my graceful days to reprieve, are in my utmost gratitude." With that, he was sent back into the fray. With those final utterances, his mundane life found its closure, the slimy cold hands of death.

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