In his dim room, the guitarist sat on facing his table. The broken guitar lies on the floor near his foot. His hand's bleeding from snapping the guitar before, but he just wipes it and continues writing. Ignoring the pain that run through it.

His visions started to get shady and a tear dropped on the paper, blurred his writing and left a clear water mark on the paper, but once again he ignored it. His hand's shaky, which make his write hard to read. He forced his bleeding and weak hand to keep moving and after a long time, stop by the end of the paper.

He's staring at the paper with an empty gaze and another tear fell from his swollen eyes. Carefully he folded the paper neat and slipped it into the white envelope. In the front side, the guitarist wrote his name. The one and only name in his heart.

But same with the other hundred letters, he put it in his drawer. Looking it for a last time before lock the drawer. Same with another letters, this one will be unsent. Just being a silent witness of the shattered heart and deepest sorrow.