She was mourning over Gerry's death for 15 days now. The house was messy, and she roamed around alone, isolated, in his clothes.
The doorbell rang. It was 12 AM. It was a letter.
“Happy Birthday Holly,
I am not gone yet.
Gerry
P.S. I Love You.”
P.S. This post is inspired from the movie P.S.I Love You..One of my all time favorites. Hope you like it!

