The Last Letter | A Sad Story | Can Make Your Cry
Chapter 1: The Empty House
Eleanor Thompson walked slowly around her previous home. Long shadows were created on the wooden floors by the sunlight coming through the windows. Memories echoed with every step she took. She ran her fingers over the delicate patterns on the fading living room wallpaper. The only sound in the house now was the faint hum of a nearby fan.
There was silence until the phone rang. With an unwilling hand, Eleanor picked it up.
“Hey?”
“Ms. Thompson? It’s Clara Benson here. I really hope I’m not bothering you.
A beat skipped by Eleanor’s heart. “Clara Benson? I’m not sure I understand.
I apologise for reaching out in this way. Clara spoke in a quiet, almost hesitant tone, “I have something for you, something very important.”
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Chapter 2: The Arrival
Two days later, Clara arrived at Eleanor’s home. She was a middle-aged woman with kind eyes and a warm smile. She had a small package wrapped in plain brown paper.
Eleanor opened the door. “Please, come in.”
Clara smiled and walked inside. The house was filled with the smell of old books and lavender. She handed Eleanor the package.
“What’s this?” Eleanor asked, her voice struggling.
“It’s a letter,” Clara explained. “One that should have been delivered years ago.”
Eleanor’s hands shook as she opened the package. Inside was an old envelope with Thomas’ name on it. Her breath caught in her throat.
“Thomas…”
“Yes,” Clara replied softly. “He wrote this letter shortly before being sent to the front lines. I found it among his belongings after he died. I apologise for taking so long to get to you.
Eleanor’s eyes flooded with tears as she opened the envelope. The letter inside was yellowed with age, but the handwriting was still visible.
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Chapter 3: The Letter
Eleanor sat at the kitchen table, holding the letter to her chest. She took a deep breath and started reading.
“My dearest Eleanor,” the letter began. “If you are reading this, it indicates that I am no longer with you. I apologise for that. I wish I could be by your side and hold you close.”
Eleanor let out tears. She continued reading, her heart breaking with each word.
“I wanted to tell you how much I loved you,” Thomas wrote. “How much I love every moment we spent together. I wish we would had more time. But if I must leave, know that my love will always be with you.”
Eleanor paused, the pain of loss as strong as ever. But Thomas’s words also expressed a sense of calm.
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Chapter 4: The Memory
That evening, Eleanor went for a walk in her garden. The flowers flourished brightly, but their colours appeared quiet against the background of her sorrow. She found herself standing near the old tree of oak where Thomas had proposed many years before.
She closed her eyes, imagining him beside her. The memory was colourful, as if he were actually there. His voice, his touch—everything came flooding back.
“Eleanor,” he had asked, “will you marry me?”
“Yes,” she said, her eyes coming up with joy.
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Chapter 5: The Farewell
The next morning, Eleanor sat in her favourite chair by the window, the letter still in her hand. Clara returned to check on her.
“How are you feeling?” Clara asked gently.
Eleanor looked up, her eyes still red. “I feel… I feel like I’ve finally said goodbye.”
Clara replied. “It’s difficult to find closure. However, the most difficult goodbyes are often accompanied by a sense of peace.
Eleanor smiled through her tears. Thank you, Clara. “Thank you for bringing this to me.”
“It was an honour,” Clara explained. “Thomas was a good man.”
Eleanor noticed Clara walk out of the house. The garden appeared in a golden glow as the sun went down. After giving the letter one last sight, Eleanor carefully placed it away. It was time to find peace and let go of the past.
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Chapter 6: A New Beginning
Weeks passed, and Eleanor found comfort in her daily routines. Though they were no longer harsh reminders, the house still carried the whispers of the past.
Eleanor met Clara in town one afternoon. She could now share memories and stories with Clara, who had grown to be a friend.
Eleanor experienced a sense of renewal as they walked together. She still felt sorrow, but it was reduced by the love and memories she kept close.
With a steady voice, Eleanor said, “I think I’m ready to move forward.”
Clara gave a kind smile. “That’s the most fitting way to pay tribute to Thomas.”
Eleanor gave an acknowledgement. Indeed. And I will always have him by my side.
Eleanor took a final look at the house before they left. It was still a place filled with memories, but it was also a place of fresh starts.
The garden was in full bloom, and although the future was in doubt, it promised to be peaceful and healing.
Eleanor experienced a wave of calm during the quiet evening as the stars started to twinkle in the sky. Knowing that love, once given, never truly fades, she was prepared to welcome the next phase of her life.
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