Notestalgia

This is a random excerpt I wrote. Meaning it has virtually no context and if you read this, you’ll be a little confused... #sorrynotsorry :D I hope you like it anyways.

Dead. She was supposed to be dead. But the letters… the handwriting…

Could it be fake? Was it possible someone else had been in on their little game?

The smell of sulfur and smoke burned through the air, the howling winds eye-wateringly sour. The rising red sun cast a hellish glow over the ruins of a forsaken building, the only remains a single, crumbling, concrete wall. Using the wall for support, Khail bent down and tentatively brushed his fingers against the rough, sunwarmed asphalt, tracing each crude letter.

L-o-v-e y-o-u. Love you, the words taunted, flaunting a hidden secret, the letters flagrantly white against the dark ground. They seemed forgotten, scrawled across the filthy land that bore remnants of a war.

It’s hers, I know it’s hers, he thought feverishly, his heart pounding with passion, or terror, he didn’t know. The strangely slanted l, the crooked o’s…

The u. Why was it written so oddly? Like an ancient symbol, more so than a letter of the alphabet…

Khail’s heart begun to palpitate, pounding in his ears. Abruptly he backed away from the writing, falling against the wall. Pushing himself off of it, he scrambled up and begun to sprint.