Sorry for the grammatical errors in this story, I'll try my best to improve it..








Ayara's late grandma who just died a week ago, told her something before she passed away.. "One day.. The letters will be written again and someone will respond to them.." She said..

Till this day her final words is still stuck on the young maiden's mind..
Ever since she died, her room are off limits..

One night, Ayara was so bothered by the last words that she couldn't fell asleep..
So, she went up and sneakily took the key for her Grandma’s room in her parents' room..

She went there, and what she saw was like a room of a young girl in the year of 1970's..

From the vintage flower wallpaper to the founding father like cursive writing..
It felt like she was inside an old memory..

She immediately closed the white door behind her and scanned through the room..

She came across a beige drawer, she opened the third level of the drawer.. She saw countless letters..

But they are in category, they were five categories..

"The last soul mates"

"Until forever.."

"Forgotten but still remained.."

"Even in a hundred years.."

And lastly.. "Going back to 1969.."


They were at least twenty beige colored envelopes in every categories..
She picked every category and aligned them in order..

The category titles felt like fancy story titles.. She thought if these were the letters her grandma is talking about..

Shr picked the letter at the very bottom of 'The last soul mates' category..

[gonna be ✨aesthetic✨ herrre]


"Dear Harriet, (name of the grandma)

You were never a simple girl..
Always admired you, in every way..

My love for you,
is the type of love that
Would make even
Shakespeare blush..

Your too good to exist,
I never knew you even existed..
I thought you only exist
in such fairytales..

I'll always wait for you
to be the one
In my life..

I always fine you there,
Sitting at the corner
Of my heart, slowly
Taking up space..

I love you..

Lovingly,
August.. "

August.. That isn't the name of her grandpa.. So.. Grandma must've really love someone alot before my grandpa..


"Dear August,

Our love is like
The love that is too perfect
For it to exist..

It almost felt like
it's just a poetry..

I felt so glad that
I'm your first love and
I'm willing to be you last love..

In a galaxy full of stars,
I wouldn't mind wasting
My life on wishing on
Every one of them for you
To be mine..

Your glimmering eyes
Became my favorite art..

I got lost in your eyes,
And I'm still drowning
In your endless love..

Everlasting love,
Harriet.."


That's when i discovered that.. Grandma used to have a pen pal when she was just in my age..

Grandma kept all of his letters, he built her chapels within his words.. Another perfect life within the sentences..

And looks like they used to love each other very much..
It all went wrong when my grandma was forced to marry my grandpa..

I read the last letter in 'Going back to 1969..'

"Dear Harriet,

What we thought was
Going to last forever didn't..

What can i do?

It's hard stopping on who
Is really meant to be together..

If my time would be ending,
I'd rather to be killed by you..

Your my most worth it
Risk I've ever made..

We grew up together,
through those letters..

You'll always be the
Only precious memory
Resting in my mind..

I've always loved you
Ever since..

But..

You could've told me
That your really just waiting
For someone to
Arrive at your life..

I knew that you love me back..
I knew how you felt as you
Read through the letters..

But you'll never look at me,
The way he looks at you..
So inlove..
That it felt like an obsession..

Loved,
August Beckham.. "


"Dear, August..

You might not
Respond to this anymore..

But, your only memory will
Be these letters..

Instead of sending letters,
Why don't you come back
To me..?

Only through my love again..
You'll always be my first love..

You got no competition
On how big your spot is
Inside my heart..

You'll always be that /nothing/
When they asked me
What am i thinking..

You'll always be the deepest
Meaning of my letters..

Maybe in another life,
I could finally hold
Your hand and
Tell you how much
I love you..

Atleast had loved each other..

lasting love,
Harriet Victoria.. "


They are like soul mates, but the strings didn't match one another..
August is the unmentioned love of my grandma's life..


Five months has passed..
Ayara was in my room chilling..

She saw bird with a letter..
She grabbed the letter and read it..


"Dear, Ayara Victoria..

My ideal angel..

I've fallen for you,
And still doesn't know
What to do know..

I wanna grow old with you..

I'm merely a
whisper in your thoughts
Yet, you're fluttering like
A pretty butterfly
In mine..

Even if i have to get
Reborn, again and again..
I wanna fall inlove
With you, again and again..

For me, your always
better than all..

I want every page of my
Life, has your name on it..
Even in the last..

Lovingly,
Charlie Beckham.. "

I was shocked to see who is was.. The last name.. This boy.. might be the grandson of August Beckham, judging by the last name..

The person my grandma mentioned who was going to respond to the rewritten letters was going to be me..




Ya'll sorry if this doesn't make sense bye—