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THIS IS A HEART BREAKING STORY OF LOVE TRAGEDY AND LOSS.
One wonderful day, a young lady was cleaning out her attic when she found a trunk with a diary and stacks of love letters from a young man addressed to her grandmother. The letters were beautiful but the grand mother sadly and unfortunately met with tragedy.
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I was cleaning out my grandmother s
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house after she passed away when I found
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this old trunk in the attic. It was
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covered with cobwebs and had an old
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looking lock on it. I remember my
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grandmother telling me that there were
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some things inside that I was unallowed
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to see. I never asked what those things
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were, but after she died, I became
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curious. The trunk was very heavy, but I
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managed to drag it down the stairs and
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into my room. I sat on the floor next to
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the trunk and started trying to open the
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lock, but it was no use. So, I took it
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apart and managed to open it up. Inside,
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I found stacks of old letters and
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diaries tied together with a black
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ribbon. I looked through some of the
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letters and they were love letters from
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a man named Peter to a woman named
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Natasha. The handwriting was beautiful,
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but the stories that unfolded were
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heartbreaking. Peter wrote about how he
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met Natasha at a party and how he fell
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in love with her fiery spirit and
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beautiful brown eyes. But their love
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didn't last forever. One day, Peter came
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home to find Natasha lying dead on the
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floor, having taken her own life. He was
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devastated, but he couldn't understand
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why she would do such a thing. Natasha
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had been the most vibrant and lively
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person he'd ever met. She had so much
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potential, so much life to live. Why
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would she throw it all away? In his
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letters, Peter poured out his grief, his
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anger, his confusion. He wrote about how
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he felt like a part of him had died
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along with Natasha, and he wasn't sure
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if he could ever move on. But Peter
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wasn't the only one who was struggling.
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In Natasha's diary, I found entries from
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the months leading up to her death, and
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they told a different story. A story of
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a woman who was deeply unhappy in her
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marriage. Natasha had been married to a
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wealthy landowner named Dimmitri and the
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relationship had quickly turned sour.
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Dimmitri was controlling and possessive
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and he isolated Natasha from her friends
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and family. He didn't want her to work
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or have any interests outside of the
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house. All he wanted her to do was be a
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trophy wife, a pretty face to adorn his
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arm at parties. But Natasha wasn't that
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kind of girl. She wanted more than just
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parties and social events. She wanted a
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partner, someone to share her hopes and
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dreams with. But Dimmitri wasn't
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interested in any of that. All he cared
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about was his own pleasure. As time went
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on, Natasha's despair grew. She wrote
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about feeling trapped and hopeless, and
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she begged her diary to help her escape.
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Then, as suddenly as it began, it ended.
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The last entry was dated the day before
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her death. I couldn't believe what I was
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reading. This was a real life story.
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These people had actually lived and
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breathed. And the thought that they
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might still be here watching me made the
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hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I
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could feel their pain, their anguish,
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their despair, and I knew that if I
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didn't do something, their suffering
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would continue. I continued searching
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through the trunk and found a hidden
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compartment with a small key inside. It
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was the key to an old jewelry box. I
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found the box under some old clothes and
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opened it up. Inside, I found a
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beautiful necklace. It was made of
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silver and gold and adorned with a large
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sapphire. This safar was the color of
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Natasha's eyes, the same eyes that had
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captivated Peter's heart all those years
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ago. I could feel the weight of history
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as I held the necklace in my hands. I
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could feel the love, the lass, the
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despair, and then I saw it etched into
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the metal. I could just make out the
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name Natasha.
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I knew what I had to do. I went back to
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the attic and found an old dusty mirror.
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I brought it downstairs and hung it on
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the wall in my room. Every morning when
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I wake up, I put on Natasha's necklace
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and stare directly into the mirror. At
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first, nothing happens. But as the days
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go by, I can feel a presence behind me.
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I can feel someone watching me, waiting
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for me. Then, just when I'm about to
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lose hope, I see her. Standing behind me
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is a woman with long flowing hair and
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deep brown eyes. She's wearing a
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beautiful white dress, and she looks
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like she just stepped out of a painting.
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For a moment, we just stand there and
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look at each other. I can feel her
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sadness, her anger, her despair, and I
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know that she's waiting for me to do
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something. Then she disappears. I don't
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know what I'm doing, but I feel like I
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have to help her. So, I go to the attic
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again and bring down the trunk. I open
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it up and take out the stack of letters
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and diaries. I read through them again,
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trying to piece together what happened
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to her. The more I learn about her, the
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more I realize that she wasn't just a
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ghost. She was a real person who had
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loved and lost and suffered. And I know
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that I have to help her find peace. I go
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back to the mirror and put on the
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necklace. When she appears,
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Elur, tell her about how she's not
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alone, that someone cares about her. And
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for a moment, I see a flicker of hope in
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her eyes. Then she disappears. I do this
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every day. And every day, she gets a
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little less transparent, a little less
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sad. I know that I'm helping her. And it
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gives me hope that one day she'll
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finally be able to move on.
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One day, though, something strange
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happens. As I'm staring into the mirror,
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waiting for Natasha to appear, I see a
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different face behind me. It's a man's
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face, handsome, but sad. His eyes are
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filled with pain and longing, and I know
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that he's here for the same reason I am.
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I turn around and introduce myself. His
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name is Peter, and he tells me that he's
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been watching me, trying to figure out
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what I'm doing. I explain about Natasha
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and show him the diary and the letters
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and he's overjoyed. He thanks me for
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taking care of her and tells me that
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he'll never forget what I've had done.
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Every day after that, Peter joins me by
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the mirror. He and Natasha talk to each
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other and I can see the love and longing
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in their eyes. They tell me that they're
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ready to move on, that they're ready to
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let go, and I know that it's time. When
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the sun sets, I take off the necklace
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and place it in the jewelry box. Then I
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go to the mirror and tell them goodbye.
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Peter and Natasha smile at me, and I
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know that they'll always cherish what
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we've shared. Then they disappear. The
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house is silent now. No longer do I hear
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the whispers of love and longing. But
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sometimes when the sun hits the mirror
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just right, I can still see a glimpse of
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them. Peter and Natasha,
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forever young, forever in love.
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