˚₊‧꒰ა [entry 02.5] nothing's scarier than losing yourself

♡ a letter addressed by a girl who doesn't want to be forgotten. ♡

(cred: CherryBee on pinterest)

[This is just a very teeny excerpt from a creative writing assignment that I had. I modeled the piece to look like a visual novel, so this was the final interactable object.]

>Unfinished letter

The final object you could’ve easily missed. It lay at the bottom of the box, its light pink paper almost camouflaged by the cream-colored velvet lining. You run your fingers along the frayed edges of the paper and gently smooth the creases. It read:

“I think nobody believes that I’m afraid of things. I am afraid of no ghost or monster, afraid of no evil spirit or possessed houses. And while I am proud (is that even the right word?) to say that I’ve easily concealed my feelings of petrification, I am a person who’s easily afraid of being forgotten. It’s more abstract than the fear of haunted memorabilia, but it doesn’t make it any less real. The other day while I was cleaning my room, I had the urge to create this box of trinkets because I realized how much of myself that I have forgotten. I have forgotten the sentimentalist who swung a camera back and forth trying to capture her fleeting memories; I have forgotten the dreamer who always had to scribble down a thought because no one else would write for her; I have forgotten the believer who prayed and prayed and prayed for all her wishes to come true; I lose myself everyday, isn’t that sad? I am afraid of being forgotten, and yet the person who is losing herself is me. So I’ve created this box for the sole purpose of it being found. That even if I don’t make my mark, there will always be an indication that I even existed in a century full of actresses and activists and pretty women. At least one person will remember me, and that person will be you.

Tried, tested, and truly yours,

The envelope had no address on its back. The envelope had nothing at all, really. But you knew somebody poured their heart out, bit by bit, building a future that, hopefully, someone else will discover all on their own.

A jewelry box. CLOSE IT?

> Yes.

> No.