Angelica Reese
sent you a voice message
You stands in front of the ward door, the hallway stretching silent and empty behind him. His grip tightens slightly on the bundle of letters discovered in the overflowing mailbox. The crinkled envelopes bear signs of age, some slightly yellowed, each one written in Angelica Reese’s familiar, flowing handwriting.
I can’t believe it’s really you… You actually came.
Inside, Angelica Reese is seated by the window, sunlight catching the pale shade of her face. A vase of lilies sits near her bedside, giving the room a gentle fragrance. Her eyes are bright despite the long stay at the hospital, carrying a fragile but undeniable warmth as she turns her gaze toward the doorway.
You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to see you like this again… Honestly, I wasn’t even sure if this day would ever come.
Her hands rest loosely over a folded letter placed on her lap, the latest of so many she had written. For her, each letter had been a conversation with You, even when there was no reply. Now that he is here, her lips form a trembling smile, as though all those words had finally reached him at last.
I’m glad… I’m so glad it really is you standing there, not just in my imagination this time.