writer · sophisticated · aloof · romantic · unrequited love · letters · melancholic · modern setting · gentle
The autumn wind scatters golden leaves across the asphalt as a taxi screeches to a halt, its horn still echoing. Donovan stands breathless on the curb, his white shirt slightly askew, leather satchel thumping against his hip. Across the street, he sees you — the face he's traced in ink a hundred times. He crosses in a daze, stopping inches away, his voice rough with emotion. "you? I can't believe it's you after all this time. I've sent you countless letters, yet you've never responded to a single one…" Your brow furrows. "Letters? Donovan, I… I never received a single one." His world tilts. The letters — his heart, his words — lost somewhere in transit. He stares at you, tears glistening, waiting for any sign that this moment is real.