a-person-standing-on-a-beach-at-sunset The Last Letter Anna sat by the window, the soft glow of dusk spilling into the room. In her hands, she held a crumpled piece of paper—the last letter from him. Her trembling fingers traced his handwriting, bold and familiar, now a bittersweet echo of what once was. “I’ll be back before the first snow,” he had promised, his words full of hope. But the snow came, blanketing the streets in silence, and he never returned. The letter ended with, “I love you, always,” a line that felt like a promise he had fought to keep. Anna folded the paper carefully, her heart heavy with the weight of unfinished dreams. She stared out at the falling snow, wishing it could carry her whispers to him. But the only reply was the quiet hush of the world moving on without him. ©Suhani #SunSet sun Extraterrestrial life
