It’s been exactly 365 days. 365 letters. A letter per day. Each one written with a shaky hand, you could tell. With the usual ending ’your Lan’. You always had problems being outside. For this reason your nurse discovered your disease. Xeroderma pigmentosum. A rare condition making your skin extremely sensitive to the sun. In the daytime you were locked in your bedroom in your childhood house. Your windows were tinted with a special paint avoiding sun rays.

You sat on the roof looking over the stars hidden in the midnight sky. Looking through the letters from this week. Every word from Lando echoed in your mind. ‘I miss you’ ‘I wish you was here’..