*the lowercases are on purpose.*

She- was an adventure-seeking woman who had her life together

He- was a Netflix-seeking man who had his life in shambles.

and it all started in London.

She stared in awe at the tourist attractions, slowly finding herself gravitating forwards a small souvenir shop. The quaint property had it's own enchanting charm, something that swept up her particular interests. She automatically found herself staring at the postcards, handing five to the cashier.

She sent the letters to her address.

three weeks later

he awoke from a booming noise, a knock from the door. He paused his show and tidied up the cheetos that roamed his room, in case it was somebody who wanted to come in.

The mailman left an envelope that definitely had more than what it could fit. he carefully peeked into the envelope to see five postcards enclosed, each with a different photo of the United Kingdom.

He was confused as to who would send these. There was no name of the sender, and all of the links back to the original location were smudged through it's traveling. He made his way to his laptop, and searched the parts of the address he could see. The search was autofilled as a search, and the result was a small post office in London.

two months later

His box underneath the windowsill was flooded with the postcards from the mystery-woman. The subtle hints in her writing had led to his conclusion that she was female.

Writing was her only way out of reality. When she returned home, she was greeted with no postcards waiting in the mail pouch on the other side of the door. She frowned. She looked at the one unsent postcard, wrote her address on it, and dropped it off at her local post office. This was like a gamble; if anybody found it, she would have shared her latest darkest secret.

----

He was going to his p.o box and mailbox more often, giving him more exercise than just reaching for the remote to change the channel. The letters were something new in his life; it gave him something to wake up for, he'd anticipate each coming day. One day in particular, however, a different kind of letter arrived; it wasn't as bulky as the others.

it read:

dear reader,

I don't know you, you've been on the receiving end of my letter-sending. I have traveled to the United Kingdom-

he paused, and pulled out the envelope holding the start of this mysterious occurrence. He stared at the faded, scattered photos of the Big Ben, The London Eye, The London Bridge, and just views of London. The dusty images felt nostalgic even though they were just received a while ago, they felt like they've accompanied him throughout his life.

And I've seen the Big Ben, and The London Eye, and I went on a ferry to see the London Bridge myself. I don't know if this is you, but I have an illness. Recently, my doctor informed me of my cancer. I'll be fine.

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she had cancer.

dear, you.

I am sorry that I have been keeping you from your memories.

sincerely, me.

he sent his part.

she responded.

dear you,

I shall be okay. The cancer isn't serious.. now. I'm sending from the hospital.

sincerely, she.

he scribbled the address on a sheet of paper and pinned it to his wall above the television. He wrote back.

dear, you

you have changed me. I don't know my name, or why I have been putting my heart into this. I guess writing could be my ion.

sincerely, me.

she didn't mention how much it pained her to write; the headaches, the pain, the cramps, she just enjoyed his company.

after months, his box had a new friend, so it wouldn't overflow. She was being constantly transported throughout different states, and the slips of paper overlapped over the television. The letter exchanging went on for quite some time, until the letters grew scarce.

dear you,

thank you for accompanying me. It's been one hell of a ride. I appreciate you, so so much.

love, she.

he immediately crafted a response.

dear, you

Thank you for sharing your life with me. You help me reach my goals, and step out of my comfort zone.

love, me.

5 months later

dear him,

We at the hospital noticed you and Her exchanging letters. We now with a heavy heart inform you of her death from a brain tumor-

he couldn't read on. He knew it was inevitable. life will never be the same.