November 8, 2014
Dear Leah,
I went outside today. For the first time in months.
My therapist told me to find ways to make me happier, and he suggested exercise. I chose to go on a short run around the block today, but it felt more like a marathon to me. I didn't realize how out of shape I was until that moment.
Anyways, when I got home, I wanted to take a shower. I was looking for a towel when I saw a stack of envelopes on top of the drawer. I don't know how I never saw them before; I pass by that drawer a million times every day.
I got curious, so I scanned over them and realized they all had something in common.
On each of the envelopes, it was addressed: To Stephen.
It was your handwriting.
I guess I wasn't the only one writing letters while the other was away.
Love,
Stephen
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Letters to Leah » Stephen Curry
FanfictionStephen Curry is the happiest man in the world until his world is ripped away from him. When his wife, Leah, tragically passes away, he shuts everything--and everyone--out. He talks to no one. So he writes.
