Open When Letters Novels & Stories

Kaya hindi niya alam kung anong magugustuhan niyang bilhin sa lugar na iyon. Hanggang sa mapahinto siya sa paglalakad at mapatingin sa isang maliit na tindahan, kung saan ay tila dinudumog ito ng ilang mga kabataan. Kumunot ang kanyang noo dahil sa kuryusidad kung ano ang mayroon doon. “Ate, may letter J po kayo?” “Ate, pabili po ng isang letter R at isang letter G”

Her chest felt heavy, she felt like she couldn't breath, like she couldn't even move as she stood there with tears pooling in her eyes, looking at Leo standing by her open locker with a piece of paper in her hands. "What are you-" the words left her mouth in a whisper, in a breath. She shook her head frantically, in absolute disbelief of the sight in front of her. There was Leo, standing there frozen with his mouth left agape as he gripped onto the letter in his hands. The letter that he wasn't supposed to see. The letter he wasn't suppose to know about. The letter he had no right to read. And just standing there, Annie's heart broke along with any trust she ever held.

Nothing that explained the photo. Until she noticed the bottom drawer. Locked. Her pulse spiked. She remembered the small key she’d glimpsed weeks ago in her mom’s dresser. She bolted upstairs, tore through the drawer until her fingers closed around the cold metal. Back in the study, the key slid into the lock with a soft click. The drawer creaked open. Inside lay a stack of letters. Not bills. Not old mail. Letters. Her breath caught. The paper was the same heavy stock as the ones delivered to her door. Her name written in the same looping hand. But these were unopened. Dozens of them.

She put the paper on the table opposite her and wrote down Olivia's name in Arabic 'أوليڤيا' then she handed the paper to Olivia. "This is so cool! I want to know the names of the letters that spell my name," Olivia said excitedly. "The first one is alef, the second one is wow, third is lam, fourth is ya', the fifth is fa', sixth is ya' and the last one is alef," Rayne told her.

A letter. Her breath caught on immediately as her eyes focused on the first sentence, and her body remained motionless. ". Her familiar voice was raw and intimate, beginning with the words that she had never been told directly. While Amina muttered, she realized what she was paying attention to, and then the system verified it by stating that all the letters were present. The same correspondences that had aided her, perplexed me, and somehow guided her through everything.' With her chest tightening in pain, she approached the object and firmly believed that the letters were from Ethan. However, the voice gently corrected her, stating that they were not entirely his, even though he had given