17 Siblings' Strife

My Dearest Beatrice, I find myself sitting in the quiet solitude of our once-shared space, where your laughter once echoed and your warmth lingered. It's been too long since I last felt the tenderness of your touch, and my heart aches with the weight of memories that now reside in the corners of this room. Do you remember the lazy Sunday afternoons we spent curled up on the couch, sharing silly jokes and stolen kisses? Your laughter was the sweetest melody, and in those moments, time seemed to stand still. I miss the way your eyes sparkled with mischief, as if every secret shared between us was a treasure only we held. The scent of your favorite flowers still lingers in the air, a painful reminder of a time when our love was in full bloom. I remember the way you'd dance around the room, your laughter chasing away the shadows. Now, the shadows are all that remain, and the echoes of your laughter haunt the silence. Our late-night talks, the quiet whispers of dreams we dared to