La lettre

After he'd said it, he immediately wished he hadn't.
It was a simple comment really, only meant in joking.
He wasn't trying to be cruel, but her past experiences with people led her to believe he was.
It just amazed him how much people loved her, that was all.
How she managed to be close with so many people and sometime or another.
But his timing was all wrong.
The second he'd finished the sentence, he face twisted with pain, and she stopped mid-sentence.
"You always say that." she managed in a voice unlike her own.
He apologised, but could see that there was something more behind it all.
Something he'd touched on without realising.
And then she refused to speak anymore.
Just buried herself deeper while he tried to ply her with sweet nothings and sentence starters.
But she just stayed quiet for a very long time, and he realised that he would never have this part of her soul revealed to him again for a very, very long time.