Dear Sophie,
Today is 25 November, 2107. I am writing this letter as a final piece of memory. You left me on this day 5 years ago. Today, is your 5th death anniversary. All the kids are here today. Everyone has taken out some time from their busy schedule. They are outside talking about our old memories, looking at the moments captured.
I write a letter every year for you, hoping that it reaches you. I give this letter to my God in hopes that he passes it to you. I have kept them in a box. The letters and our cherished memories. Yeah, yeah… I am fine and so are the kids.
I… I still miss you to this day. Your departure has created a void in my heart. The kids are enjoying themselves outside, but… but here I am. My eyes moist, seeing your ever youthful picture and writing this letter in hopes that it reaches you.
Hope. Isin't hope a weird thing Sophie. Only hope drives me now. What was the use Sophie? I struggled all my life. Even after being in the field of software engineering, I was always kept up in the lab that we created. Working hard to create robots and machines.
We were kept up countless nights to find a solution for our two goals, Immortality and Time Travel. Well lucky for you, I completed our research on immortality.
Yipee right? Right? I… I should be happy but why am I sad. What is the use of such research when you are not by my side? You should have been here with me by my side. Why are you not? The truth eats me from the inside out that the research cannot help my loved one.
Today, I make things right. I will perform the time travel procedure today. If I succeed we will meet again, if not I will deliver this letter myself. The kids are calling me. They have discovered that something is wrong.
I am gonna finish this letter now, cannot risk them stopping me now. I am currently looking at the apple orchard that we planted. My hand holds the time machine. The date you ask? The date of my birth. The starting of my story. 15th August, 2007.
Well anyways Sophie. I hope you and fine and I wish to meet you soon. Remember, you were the best thing that happened in my life. Until we meet again…
Your Love,
Shivansh
"Dad? Dad? Open the door. Dad!" Someone shouted
"Step aside, I will break it down." Another voice sounded upon hearing no reply
*Bang* *Bang* *Door Creaks*
All the kids swarmed the room but their father Shivansh was nowhere to be seen. The only thing left behind was a letter with fresh wet ink, his favourite pen, a picture of their mother and a few tear drops on his table.