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The Untold
Chapter 1
For a traveler, there is no permanent residence. This was the main concern of Isabelle. Her beloved were never with her when she needed him the most and there were no hope of his return. But she decided to wait for his return as long as possible. For the past twelve years they didn't meet each other because of his travels. But never missed writing letter to her.
It's the noon of the Monday, Isabelle is waiting for her letter on the yard of her home. There were a lot of roses in the garden. She began to walk around the yard. It was a partly cloudy day. The roses in the garden were moving because of the wind. It seems that its about to rain. Isabelle was all in her thoughts about her beloved. She had waited awhile for the post master but nobody show up. She whispered to herself "there might be no letter today" and she walked inside the door.
In the hallway she noticed the belongings of her beloved and she started weeping. Her tears came down from her eyes and touched the hat she was holding. Twelve years ago, on a Christmas eve, her beloved gave his hat to her because she liked it. She noticed a piece of paper floating around the floor. It was the last letter she received from Max. It looks like that it just popped out from her diary. With tearful eyes she bent down and took the letter in her palm. She starts to read it.
Dear...
For a traveler, there is no permanent residence. This was the main concern of Isabelle. Her beloved were never with her when she needed him the most and there were no hope of his return. But she decided to wait for his return as long as possible. For the past twelve years they didn't meet each other because of his travels. But never missed writing letter to her.
It's the noon of the Monday, Isabelle is waiting for her letter on the yard of her home. There were a lot of roses in the garden. She began to walk around the yard. It was a partly cloudy day. The roses in the garden were moving because of the wind. It seems that its about to rain. Isabelle was all in her thoughts about her beloved. She had waited awhile for the post master but nobody show up. She whispered to herself "there might be no letter today" and she walked inside the door.
In the hallway she noticed the belongings of her beloved and she started weeping. Her tears came down from her eyes and touched the hat she was holding. Twelve years ago, on a Christmas eve, her beloved gave his hat to her because she liked it. She noticed a piece of paper floating around the floor. It was the last letter she received from Max. It looks like that it just popped out from her diary. With tearful eyes she bent down and took the letter in her palm. She starts to read it.
Dear...
