George opened up the drawer where all of the letters were sitting – un-mailed for years now, they looked as if they were aged by the sun even though they have never seen the daylight.  The stamps were outdated and he realized that he would have to buy new ones to make sure they got there.  He didn’t think that she would read them – let alone respond, but he had to try, or at least pretend to himself that he was trying.

Sara’s life was slowly erasing in front of her eyes, and without telling him, she secretly wished for his kind words, his face, just the smell of his shirt from afar whisk to her away from the place she was in.