Garnet & Jewel: Legend

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It was peeking out from the desk drawer, almost like it was stuck. The envelope was yellowed, and the edges worn from age. My name, written in calligraphy, adorned the front - the black ink still as bold as the day I received the letter. 

Garnet gave me this letter for my 18th birthday, and I've kept it in my keepsakes all these years. With each move, I carefully packed it away and brought it with me, always sure to keep it in a safe place after settling. 

I found it strange that somehow it was disturbed from its resting spot, but then again, maybe I moved it unknowingly when I was putting the paperwork away last night. It was late, after all.

Opening the letter wasn't necessary. I had read it so many times over the years that I knew it word for word. Even now, it still makes me smile to think about the legend that Garnet shared with me in her letter. 

I miss her storytelling; I say to myself as I open the drawer and gently tuck the letter back into its place. The legend of the woods is safe for another day.