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The Lovers' Tale (2)

Keyur is a college student, studying in India. He loves to write, and wants to take the audience on a rollercoaster of emotions.

The night was ghost quiet. The leaves of the tress were still. Tom felt a gentle breeze rippling through his shirt as he came out on the deck. With the glass of whiskey refilled, Tom sat down gazing at the night sky. The moon was brighter than ever that night, and Tom's white shirt reflected the luminescence. Although it appeared that Tom was just relaxing, there were hundreds of thoughts racing inside his head, all of Lily. Tom took a sip of his whiskey, and then rested the glass on the table beside him. He reached for his pocket to take out an old, torn piece of paper. He unfolded it very carefully. It was a letter. An old letter from his loved one.

"Dear Tom", it read.
"How are you ? I'm sorry, that's an unintelligent question. I know exactly how you are, and I am not in any different condition. If only the world could see our love the way we do, we'd be so happy right now. Everything we ever dreamt of would be ours."
Some words were unclear because the teardrops had displaced the ink, but Tom could read them, then and now. The letter continued.
" Remember you told me about that pink star ? The pink star that guides you to me everytime you're lost ? Don't let that star fade away. One day I will come. You'll wait for me, won't you?"
Tom teared up everytime he read the letter, and he broke down this time as well. He folded the letter and put it back in his pocket carefully. Then out of nowhere he heard a knock on the door. Confused, he picked up his glass and went to open the door.
"Why would anyone knock on my door at 1 in the morning?", He thought to himself as he reached out for the handle of that heavy oakwood door. The door opened with a crack and Tom was left startled.
"Lily, is that really you?"