"It was both a feather touching the surface of the water ever so slightly or snow crashing down the mountain at the same time.
I felt peaceful but at the same time I felt like I had a rage inside me that would never be calmed.
A rage that would never be gone. As I watched you leave through that door and not even coming here to the mountains where I can only hear my own thoughts, where there is no city to filter your memories, I still can't let go of you. Because at this moment, when I cry...
This moment where I suffer, this moment where all your memories come rushing back, when the thought of being forsaken by you comes back.
It is here, when I feel that angels deserve to die. I don't really know anymore how to cope with all of this, I don't know if this words will even make sense to me in the future but right now the feel so liberating that I think I'm gonna fill this whole notebook. And I don't want you to read this, I don't want anyone to read this. This is for myself, I don't know for when, just not right now. I don't know how much time will actually pass until I read this, maybe 3, maybe 5, maybe 10 years but I know that when I do, I'll have probably still be in love with you, because you were the only one person out of all other people that made me happy, that made me feel something special. And I dunno what words to use to express that feeling, love is a small word that would never make anyone understand what I felt for you, it was more than love you were the only one silhouete I saw in my dreams, you were the only one presence I wanted with me at all times and now I'll still have it, just not in the same way, because now...it will only be in my memories. Because I couldn't keep my eyes of off you and maybe that was my problem, my problem was loving you too much. What day is it? I have no idea, I have been here too long traped with all these memories of you runing on my window pane. I can never stop thinking about the beautiful moment of when our two hearts collided and made the beautiful moment in the short story of our lives that was our love, our romance, our passion and I know deep down in me that I will never forget it. I overthink my nights...
Do you ever feel the slightest like me? I have no idea and to be honest I'm scared that you don't...
These are not enough words to describe the beautiful thing that was our relationship
But for me it will always be a reminder
Of the angel I destroyed."

Victoria folded that letter carefully and put it within an envelope, she closed it and wrote.

For me, In 10 years.

She didn't know why but that felt like the time she would need to perhaps better understand the passing hurricane that
Krystal Jung was in her life. As she walked out of that cabin in the mountains to stroll by the lake, she swears she saw it.
A feather lightly touching the mirror like screen that was the surface of the water. And that single moment...gave her a sense of peace.
For a destroyed angel...