A Discovery Of The Lovely Sort

The next morning she grabbed her luggage and
caught a taxi to the airport. She was too excited for breakfast.

She’d discovered something the night before
that had given her a feeling of both sadness and solace at the same time.

Sienna dwelled back on it on the way to the

She had picked up Heed the Subliminal Keir’s book that had been sitting on the
bedside table in his room. Sienna had flicked through the pages of the book and
something had fluttered out.

An envelope.

It was a silvery-coloured envelope, with
‘Sienna’ written across the front in Keir’s writing.

Sienna had gently opened the envelope, not
wanting to tear it.

There had been a letter inside, hand-written on
silver-tinted paper. There were illustrations at the edge of the paper,
hand-drawn with a fine-tip black pen, a border of leafy vine.


If you’re reading this then I must be
dead. I don’t even know if you’ll ever read this, but if you love me as much as
I love you then you will be. I wrote this shortly after you, James, Braeden and
I moved into the house on the ghost-estate. Maybe we’re all still there. I
don’t know.

not sure why I’m writing this letter, as like I said, maybe you’ll never find
it. I think I’m writing it because if anything happens to me, I don’t want to
leave without saying goodbye. I know that’s a morbid way of looking at things,
but that’s what you get from a guy whose name means darkness.

really hope this doesn’t seem all slushy and romantic. My reputation would be
ruined (and yours too, probably!)

just want you to know that I love you. Even if when I wrote this we’d only
known each other a few years, I know that I love you.

until the day I die,


P. S
yes, I really did write this. Pretty good effort for an eighteen-year-old
Goth/non-conformist, even if I do say so myself. I don’t find it easy to talk
about love and that sort of thing, but I tried.


Sienna had smiled through her tears as
she read it. These hadn’t been completely sad tears, and she hadn’t allowed the
tears to spill over. They stayed, blurring her vision until the letter slid out
of focus. She’d carefully folded the letter back into its envelope and put it
in her handbag, after reading it several times.

The End

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