I did not come home as often as you wanted—my extended working hours made me sleep with bottles of caffeine. Beneath the yellow light shade of the table lamp, I worked with my pencil to sculpt the bizarre figure of your dream.
Once, we traveled too much that we broke our bank accounts. I promised you we would return to all the cities who did not remember us by building a structure in our hometown, where the people would remember it was made by our hands. Each passing night, I forgot about you just to search for the formula that would rise us high.
Until, one dawn, I returned home only to your memories.
How are you, today?
I seal the envelope with my scent before I give it to the postman; someone has told me you are staying in a hotel for a conference. Please read the letter.
Go to the 37th floor of the hotel and knock on the third door to your left. A helper will guide you to the balcony, where you will see the reason you left me.
The pyramid-style building of your fantasy is finally established.
I am ready to go without you.
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Sunday Photo Fiction
WORD COUNT: 200
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