Tears fell on the delicate sheet of paper as the writer's pen danced across the page with beautiful calligraphy.

It hurts me, knowing that you'll never return. I still don't understand why you ran away but I hope that, wherever you are, you are happy. Because that's all I ever wanted for you to be, happy. So, I'm letting you go now. I love you Patrick Jane and I hope that one day, some day you will return.

I miss you so much.

The author seals the letter in an envelope and cradles a box full of the letters she had written as she lays it gently on his staircase. The sight of it is to much for her and she leaves crying, leaving nothing but a box full of empty hope.