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It's been almost a month since that girl came by. For 3 years, she's left a letter on Isaac Lewis' grave every Tuesday, like clock work. I've kept the letters, but I don't open them. It feels like intruding on their conversation, but I can't help but to worry.

I opened the first letter ever left:

"Dear Isaac,

It's hard to believe you're really gone, I think about you every day. I miss being in your arms, I miss your smile, and most of all, I miss the way you made me feel. I hope you miss me too,

Love,

Lizzy"

I open the next letter:

"Dear Isaac,

My therapist asked me to write another letter to you. She thinks it will help the healing process. I don't know if I'll ever recover, but it's nice to feel like I'm talking to you again,

Love,

Lizzy"

I skipped forward a few weeks:

"Isaac,

I've finally started back at State U, I know you'd want me to keep living. I'm want to become a nurse like we always talked about. I hope you are able to move on, where every you are.

Love Lizzy"

I skip forward to what I think is the one year mark:

"I can't believe it, I passed my finals!!!! I was sure that the abnormal psych course would be the end of me, but I scored near the top of my class!! A guy I met named Brian helped me study. He wants to become a psychiatrist. Don't worry, he's just a friend. My heart will always belong to you.

Love Lizzy"

I skip forward a few months:

"Mom and dad still aren't talking to me. Uncle Craig finally responded to my message, though. He says that I won't be welcome home for Christmas. I think I'll take Brian up on his offer to spend the holidays with his family. I really don't want to spend Christmas on campus. I hope you understand,

Love Lizzy"

I read the next couple weeks until I come to this letter:

"Dear Isaac,

I'm sorry I haven't written in a while, but Brian's family lives too far to drive down every week. I'm missed you the whole time, but I really did have a good time. Brian's family isn't like ours. They don't bicker and yell. Instead, they put their differences aside to be a family, even if it's just for a few days. I love you, forever and always,

Love Lizzy"

I couldn't help but keep reading. A few months later, she wrote:

"My new therapist, Sadie, tells me it's time to move on, but I still miss you. That said, I think I fell in love with Brian, and it hurts. I can't imagine being with anyone but you.

I love you,

Lizzy"

The very next letter is covered in eraser marks:

"this is the first time ive left my dorm all week

i skipped out on therapy

brian left me 13 voice mails

i dont know what to do"

The week after had a stark change in tone:

"Isaac,

I finally listened to the voice mails, and I've been crying for the past 3 days. Brian apologized for asking me on a date. He's blaming himself for everything, but I can't let him beat myself up. I know I promised you I'd never see him again, but I'm going to call him tonight. Know I'll always love you,

Elizabeth"

I kept read, through all the twists and turns until the final letter:

"Dear Sweet Isaac,

You were my first love, but there comes a time to move on. Brian proposed to be yesterday, and I said yes. I know you'd want me to go on to live my life. This will be my last letter, at least my last weekly letter. I love you, and I love Brian. I know you'd aprove,

Love,

Lizzy soon-to-be O'Connor"

After hours of reading, tears stream down my face, and I look up to see that same girl, blonde hair and yellow sundress. With a letter in hand and a man on her arm, dressed in a button-up and black dress pants. The man stops as she approaches Isaac's grave she talks to him for a while before placing the letter down and walks back to who can only be Brian. They leave, hand in hand.

The final letter, in an fine font with a chapel's elegant letterhead:

"Save the date!

04.07.19

Love street chapel

Come celebrate the union of Mr. and Mrs. O'Connor"

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Submitted by Tberlin21 on Fri, Mar 24, 2023 to /r/WritingPrompts/

The prompt

You are a caretaker of a cemetery. Once a week, a person and leaves a letter on a specific grave. Not wanting to just throw the letters away, you start collecting them in a box. One day, the person stops coming. After weeks of wondering what happened to them you finally open the letters...