The unopened bottle, rolled paper inside, floated to shore at Lara’s feet.
Opening the note, she read its simple words.
“I’m sorry. I love you. You know where to find me. Please hurry.”
Tears fell at the desperate words on yellowed paper, meant for someone who had never received them.
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Loved that story! I have looked around here but with everything going on with my studies, etc., I decided to stay on Medium and write a couple of times a week, if I can even manage that. Good luck to you and your new venture!