[His hand is quick to reach for the envelope, but he takes it carefully as if afraid it might crumble to dust and be gone forever. He stares down at it a moment before pushing it open. He won't read the note now - he won't be able to without falling apart - but he wants to confirm its authenticity.
He sees his name at the top, and the handwriting is achingly familiar. It's hers. Carefully, he tucks the paper back into the envelope.]
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He sees his name at the top, and the handwriting is achingly familiar. It's hers. Carefully, he tucks the paper back into the envelope.]