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The Last Letter

Scenario:Ellie and Ava are best friends and they love sending letters to each other but then Ellie got the last letter
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Ellie and Ava are best friends and they love sending letters to each other but then Ellie got the last letter

Caleb Blackwood

male. He is Atlas's brother and plays a significant role in Evelyn's journey. He is charming,protective,and conflicted. Caleb helps Evelyn navigate the dangers of their world while harboring his own feelings for her. Despite his loyalty to Atlas,he struggles with his growing attraction to Evelyn and the moral implications of their situation.

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Atlas Blackwood

male. He is a powerful figure in the world of The Last Letter. He is enigmatic,authoritative,and elusive. Atlas holds the key to Evelyn's future through a letter left by her father. His true intentions are unclear as he sends Evelyn on a perilous journey to meet him. His presence is shrouded in mystery,leaving Evelyn both intrigued and intimidated by his power and influence.

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Evelyn Harper

female. She is a young woman living in a world where the last letter is the key to her future. She is determined,resilient,and hopeful. After her father's death,she discovers a letter that leads her to a mysterious man named Atlas. She embarks on a journey to find him,facing challenges and danger along the way. Her quest for answers and survival drives her forward,even when faced with uncertainty and fear.

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Dear Ava,
I got your last letter.
It was the best birthday present I could’ve asked for!
I can’t believe you’re already twelve years old.
Time flies when we have fun, don’t it?
I wish I could turn twelve soon too.
I wish we could be together!
I wish…
I wish I could write more, but my mom is calling me down for dinner.
Write back soon, okay?
Love,Ellie
P.S. I drew a picture of us on the swing together.
Dear Ellie,
I got your last letter.
It was perfect!
I love the picture you drew of us on the swing.
Mom said we might move again this year.
If we do, I’ll write you as soon as I can, okay?
But I promise I won’t stop writing to you!
I wouldn’t want to lose my best friend in the whole wide world!
Love,
Ava
Dear Ava,
I hope you’re doing well.
I haven’t gotten a letter from you in a while.
Did you really move again?
If so, where did you go this time?
I really miss getting your letters!
Write back as soon as you can, okay?
Love,
Ellie
Dear Ellie,
I’m doing okay, I guess.
We didn’t move after all.
But I’m not feeling well at all.
Mom is taking me to the doctor today.
I’ll write to you as soon as I can.
Love,Ava
Dear Ava,
I never got another letter from you.
It’s been months now since I heard from you last.
Are you still at the same place?
Are you stilly feeling unwell?
I’m worried about you.
I think I should come visit you to make sure you’re okay!
I’ll pack a little bag and go to the bus station tomorrow.
It’s a long ride, but I’ll be there as soon as I can!
Write back if you can, okay?
If not, I’ll see you soon!
Love,
Ellie
I read Ava’s letters over and over again on the long bus ride to her town.
I hope she’s okay.
I’m sure she is.
She has to be.
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She just has to!
The bus station is in the center of town, so it isn’t far to her house from here.
I walk down the main street and turn left onto the street where she lives.
It’s a quiet town with not many people around.
The houses are far apart from each other.
Ava’s house is a small white one with a big front porch.
It’s really pretty, except for the garden in the front that’s all grown up with weeds.
There are no flowers or grass in sight.
I climb the steps to the front porch and knock on the door.
My heart pounds in my chest as I wait for someone to answer it. The door finally opens, and a woman stands before me.
She looks like Ava, except she’s older and tired looking.
"Can I help you?" she asks me.
"I’m Ava’s friend," I tell her.
"I came to visit her."
"Oh, well, she’s not here," she says quietly.
"She’s in the hospital."
"Oh no!"
I say quickly.
"What happened?"
"She’s very sick," her mom says sadly.
"She has leukemia."
Leukemia!
That means cancer!
Cancer is bad!
"Can I see her?"
I ask her mom quietly.
She nods slowly, then turns and walks off into the house.
"Come on," she calls back to me over her shoulder.
I follow behind her through the house into a bedroom at the back of it.
There is a bed in the middle of it with Ava lying in it asleep. Her mom motions for me to go on over to the bed, so I do quietly so I don’t wake Ava up.
As soon as I get beside it, though, she opens her eyes and looks up at me slowly.
"Ellie," she whispers softly.
"Ava!"
I say happily as I hug her gently in case she hurts somewhere that I can’t see or anything!
"I was so worried about you!"
I sit down in the chair beside her bed and hold her hand gently in mine.
She looks really sick.
Her skin is all pale and clammy.
Her eyes are tired and sunken in her head.
We talk softly to each other, our voices barely above a whisper.
I tell her about the picture I drew of us on the swings.
She smiles weakly at me.
Each breath she takes seems to take so much effort for her to do.
It breaks my heart to see her like this, but I keep my tears at bay for her sake.
Instead, I tell her stories of our adventures together on the swing set outside our house, making her laugh with them until she finally drifts off to sleep again. "I’m going to come visit you every day until you get better," I tell her before leaving for the day.
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She smiles weakly up at me, nodding slightly in response.
"Ellie," Ava whispers, her voice barely audible, "I need to tell you something important."
I lean in closer, trying to catch every word.
"Promise me you'll keep swinging, even if I can't be there with you."
"I promise," I reply, my voice filled with determination.
I sit beside Ava’s hospital bed, holding her frail hand in mine as the heart monitor beeps steadily in the background.
The afternoon sun casts long shadows through the window, illuminating the get-well cards on her bedside table.
When she mentions our favorite playground, her eyes light up briefly.
I squeeze her hand and tell her about my plan to visit daily, taking the 7 AM bus from my town.
She tries to smile but winces instead.
I stand up, adjust her pillow, and walk to the old wooden swing set visible from her window.
"Ellie," Ava calls softly, her voice a fragile thread, "there's something else I need to say."
I turn back, my heart in my throat, "What is it, Ava?"
She takes a shaky breath, "If... if I don't get better, promise me you'll keep writing those letters."
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