Ghostwriter

One fine day, I started receiving posts.

They were letters left to me every day at my door!

They were written to me by my childhood friend

But we had lost touch as my shifting brought everything to an end...

The joy that came with the letters was priceless to me.

I would read them as if my bestie were narrating them to me.

One month later, the letters suddenly stopped coming...

Leaving me with one last note written with Love and Caring...

The note said that she had shared all the moments in the letters, in which I was not there...

And, that she needed to tell the truth which was only fair.

With the note, also came a certificate,

Which showed the death of my friend with a bad fate

The last line on the note said:

The day you started receiving those letters, was the day I was dead...