My MIL Gifted Our Adopted Daughter a Giant Stuffed Toy — but When I Accidentally Found Out What Was Inside, I Immediately Burned It
Maya stood at the edge of the cliff, staring out at the vast ocean below. The waves crashed against the rocks with a rhythmic roar, as if nature itself was mourning the loss she felt deep within her chest. She held a crumpled letter in her hand—one that had been written years ago but never sent.
The words were simple, but they were everything.
“I’m sorry. I love you. Please forgive me.”
It had been from Oliver, the man she had once loved with all her heart. But things had changed. Life had torn them apart—misunderstandings, unspoken words, and missed chances. The last time she saw him, he was walking away, his back turned to her, leaving her with a broken heart and unanswered questions.
Now, here she was. Alone. The letter, his letter, was the last trace of him. She never had the courage to send it back then, unsure if the feelings were mutual or if she was just clinging to something that wasn’t there anymore.
Her fingers trembled as she looked at the horizon, the sun setting in a beautiful orange and pink glow. She had moved on, or at least she told herself that. But a part of her had always wondered… what if?
Taking a deep breath, she walked to the edge, where the wind tugged at her hair and the waves seemed to whisper. With a quiet sigh, she let go of the letter, watching as it fluttered in the breeze before being swept away by the ocean.
As the last remnants of sunlight disappeared behind the horizon, Maya realized she had finally let go, not of the love they had, but of the pain. And in that moment, she felt free.
