Ellie dabbed her pen in the ink pot, it was drenched in the black liquid - dripping in a manner too difficult to write anything. The girl sighed and stared at the blank piece of paper sitting on her desk.
“Ugh, why does this always happen, I run out of ideas before I even set this wretched pen on paper” The 18 year old dropped her pencil so harshly that the ink splattered all over the floor and her writing space. She angrily grabbed a tissue and scraped her carpet until all that remained was a large smudge of black. She paused...froze in her chair...stared. After approximately 20 seconds, she came back to reality and began to dip her pen in the cheap solution and began writing her letter…
To the one I am forced to part with,
Thank you, thank you for always sticking beside me. I will never forget the endless love you have shared with me, or the bond we have created. You have helped me more than you will ever realise ; and sadly, it is the end.
She rested her head in her lap and snuffled in a quiet fashion and clutched herself hard and stayed still for a minute. Ellie thought for a second and began to continue with her letter.
We have to go our separate ways, I go to college soon after all. I will never be able to hear your soothing voice or see your welcoming expression...ever again. I already feel broken without your presence near mine. Just know that I fully appreciate all you have sacrificed for me and many other people: I have been so lucky to share 5 years of my childhood along with you.
You have shaped my future more than you will ever acknowledge or understand, you have sculpted me into a better person than I was years and years ago.
Over and over she read, making sure that nothing was over emphasized or was written in an unprofessional way. It seemed to make sense to her, however she felt to check again...and again.
“This probably sounds stupid...immature” she thought to herself “It’s so wasteful, why waste his time with this...he is busy after all” Once again, she stared out her tattered, mouldy window, this time emotionless. She looked back at her page and felt like writing more…
This last message fills my eyes with tears, now finally accepting that it is unlikely we will ever cross paths again in the lengthy future we will both live to. I honestly can not imagine a future without seeing the school and all these long corridors...I am now heading into the big world. Except I don’t think I am ready to be an adult yet, I want to relive my entire childhood, to be able to make the most of this extraordinary schooling experience that I have been through.
After scraping the remains of the fine ink out of the glass pot, she ended her letter with a simple paragraph, and of course her usual signature.
So this is the last paragraph I will ever write to you...the hardest too. I have no idea what to say, good luck in all you do. I hope you stay happy and positive throughout the next years of your job and working journey. I will miss you very much, here is my phone number if you want to chat any time (---------). Last words, I love you and you are an inspirational individual I strive to be like when I am older.
Love and hugs sent,
Ellie looked at the page, with a disorientated face. She seemed puzzled at her long attempt to communicate with her professor one last time.
She folded the page neatly and placed it into a pastel pink envelope ; the girl sealed it with a scarlet red stamp, ensuring that she put it bang in the centre: the perfectionist flowed out of her as she both wrote and stuck the flap to the main base. She opened her front door, ran to the musty post box as if it were going to be taken that instant, and slipped the card through the entrance of the tall, stable construction. A sudden feeling of worry overwhelmed her as she shut the door of her 1 bedroom apartment.
“That was a bad idea...” she mumbled as she sat again in her hard chair.
The feeling didn’t vanish, not until she heard a response from her phone a few weeks later...