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Letters Under the Moonlight

Chapter 2 The Artist and the Ink

Word Count: 812    |    Released on: 01/07/2025

d under Aria's p

r name curled in ink, how the words seemed to whisper even after she'd folded the paper. It

wasn't

written th

placed it in h

ut alert. She checked the window again. Locked. Untouched. No footprin

mming - a sure sign she hadn't noticed anything unusual. Aria didn't mention the

hold onto it a

while her mind wandered. Every delivery customer suddenly became a sus

larke** walked

ind him like a forgotten thought. He didn't come into the shop. He never did. But eve

ng waves, clouds, and sometimes peop

oken ten words to

is morning, her heart s

nds, and Aria stood behind the counter, rearranging wildflow

apron, scribbled

water and the distant creak of docked boats. Gul

ged on the wide stone steps, sketchbook b

ached, the

as she

to talk to him. No excuse. But the wor

ea again?" she

t look up.

waiting. After a mom

olor of overcast sk

once," he said. "

hy

oo much. Or

m, trying not to look like he

before, haven't

dn't

e corner of hi

"That's no

ook and closed it. "What b

ke he had written i

eath c

at him ca

it

d it

d air,"

azing back a

uncomfortable. It felt like they were

after a fe

"good luck with th

ut he looked at he

to bed, Aria climbed to her room with a strange flutt

o

cked th

pt

ntment c

been a one-time myste

and got into bed, curl

a s

o

e p

sa

ting just inside t

nd unfolded it qui

But I understand. I have no right to envy the s

d the letter

o be afraid, thrilled, or

s this: the let

g - not to harm her, but to hold he

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