Letters Keep Coming
The mysterious letters kept coming, arriving like clockwork and always addressed to Evan. Their steady appearance only fueled my curiosity and concern. I’d casually ask, “Any idea what’s in those letters?” hoping he’d open up, but he just shrugged them off, dodging my questions. As days turned into weeks, my fear of the unknown deepened, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that those letters were tied to something much bigger—something weighing heavily on Evan’s mind.
Letters Keep Coming
Letters’ Impact On Evan
Those letters seemed to change Evan little by little, turning him into a shadow of his former self, as if an invisible cloud hung over him. Reaching him grew more difficult—he retreated into a bubble I couldn’t penetrate. His bright laughter faded, replaced by a heavy, lingering sigh. I couldn’t help but think, “Whatever’s inside those letters, it’s like poison.” It was painful to watch him this way, our bond slipping further away with every unopened envelope.
Letters’ Impact On Evan
