To the Destined Person who is lucky enough to find my letter,
Seven-hundred fifty-two million, six-hundred forty-eight thousand heartbeats.
That is the number of times my heart was supposed to beat before I passed away. But, Alas… it was not meant to be. I, who lived a short, yet happy life have many regrets, and among those regrets was to die… a virgin!
Ahem! Don't look at me with those eyes filled with ridicule and contempt, for I am sure that you, yes you! The one reading this right now, is the same. Both of us are virgins!
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The corner of William's lips twitched as he read the opening paragraphs of Elliot's letter. The words that were written were very familiar to him, and somehow, he felt too embarrassed to continue reading it because he already had an idea of what would come up next.
