Her hair flew freely in the wind, lightly hitting her face and disturbing her view. With annoyance she drapes her hair behind her ear as she finally focuses on his letter. It's plain, messy and looks as though it's been erased a dozen times. It crumbles in her hand as she trys to break it by closing her fist but something holds her back from completely destroying it, something wont let herself let go. She rushes through the lines and sighs. Reading it over and over, her eyes sweeping in a tireless effort as she lets his last memory pour and sink deeply into her skull. The paper thins with how many times her hands grasp onto it but apart of her doesn't care, because now the words have sunken so deep that they'll never be able to fall out of her mind. His letter isn't remarkable, or ever be able to get a nomination for best author but with his precision and soul, she'd have read any sentence that leaves his lips or his pen.