He was tall, impeccably dressed, and even more handsome than she had dared to dream. “Paul? It’s me!
Sarah! I’ve finally come to meet you!” she exclaimed, her voice bursting with excitement. The man froze, his brows knitting together in confusion.
“I’m sorry, do I… know you?”
Sarah laughed nervously, brushing off his hesitation. “The letters! The ones we’ve been exchanging for years?”
His frown deepened.
“I… I think you have the wrong person.”
Before Sarah could respond, a woman’s voice floated from inside. “Honey, who is it?”
A beautiful woman appeared, wrapping an arm around his waist. She looked at Sarah with polite curiosity.
“Oh, hi. Who are you?”
Sarah’s face burned as realization dawned. “I… I must have made a mistake.
I’m so sorry,” she stammered, her voice breaking. The man glanced at her suitcase and seemed to hesitate. “You’ve come a long way, it’s cold outside.
It’s late. Please, stay the night. You can leave in the morning.”
Sarah wanted to refuse, to flee, and pretend this humiliation hadn’t happened, but exhaustion and confusion won.
“Thank you,” she murmured, following him to a guest room. As the door clicked shut behind her, the tears she’d been holding back spilled over. She clutched her pillow, burying her face in it to muffle the sound of her sobs.
Her chest ached with the weight of disappointment. How could she have been so foolish to believe in a fairy tale? Then she heard it—a soft rustle at the door.
Her breath hitched as she saw something slide under it. A letter. Heart pounding, she reached for it and unfolded the paper with trembling hands.
“Meet me by the oak tree at midnight.”
For a moment, she stared at the words, her mind racing. Who had sent it? And why?
With a mix of fear and curiosity, she wiped her tears, determined to find out. The crisp night air brushed against Sarah’s cheeks as she approached the oak tree. The massive branches spread like a canopy, their shadows dancing under the pale glow of the moon.
Her heart thudded in her chest, and the letter crumpled slightly in her trembling hand. She squinted into the shadows and saw a figure standing there. Her breath hitched.
He wasn’t the man from the estate. This man was slightly younger, with kind eyes that reflected the moonlight and an awkward nervousness in how he shifted from foot to foot. “Are you…” Sarah’s voice wavered as she held up the letter.
“Are you the one who wrote this?”
The man stepped closer, his face illuminated by the moon. “Yes,” he said softly. “I’m Daniel, his brother.”
Confusion swept over Sarah.
“I don’t understand,” she said, her brow furrowing. “You’ve been writing to me?”
Daniel took a deep breath, his hands fidgeting at his sides. “It started years ago.
I saw your first letter to my brother. He… he didn’t care about it. He laughed and handed it to me like it was a joke.
But when I read it…” He paused, his voice thick with emotion. “Your words stayed with me. They were so full of warmth, honesty, and hope.
I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
Sarah’s lips parted in surprise. “You’ve been writing to me all this time?” she whispered. Daniel nodded, his voice trembling.
“Yes. I fell in love with your letters, with the way you saw the world, with your kindness. But I was too afraid to tell you the truth.
I thought you’d hate me for lying.”
Sarah felt a strange mix of emotions—shock, anger, relief—all swirling inside her. She looked at him closely, seeing the genuine regret in his eyes, the way his shoulders sagged slightly as if he carried the weight of his secret for too long. “You’re the one who wrote all those beautiful words,” she said softly.
“Not him.”
“Yes,” Daniel admitted. His voice was barely above a whisper now. “I never meant to deceive you.
I just… I didn’t want it to end.”
Sarah took a step closer, her heart softening as she saw his vulnerability. She thought of the letters—how they had given her hope and joy in moments when she felt most alone. “I didn’t fall in love with a name,” she said gently.
“I fell in love with the words. And the man who wrote them.”
Daniel’s eyes widened in surprise. “You mean…”
“Yes,” Sarah said, her voice steady despite the tears glistening in her eyes.
“I’ve been falling for you this whole time.”
A smile broke across Daniel’s face, tentative but filled with wonder. He took a step closer, and then another, until they were standing inches apart under the oak tree. The world seemed to fade away as they looked at each other, years of distance and longing melting into this moment.
When their lips met, it was as if all the words they had shared over the years had come alive, forming a bridge between them. It wasn’t just a kiss; it was a promise—a beginning. Under the vast branches of the oak tree, with the moonlight as their witness, Sarah and Daniel finally found the love they had written into existence.
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