I walk steadily to the mailbox in a stride that somehow shows a little bit of confidence.
I think Ash is having an effect on me...
I bend slightly over and peer into the front of the tin can. Three letters in total.
One for Rosa... A bill... One for me?
I drop both other letter apart from the one is a cute brown envelope with my name in messy writing, scrawled across the back of it. I tear ravenously into it and cautiously slide it out.
Dear Bethany,
Meet me at Maldito Cornershop at 8pm.
Lots of Hope
The 'hope' bit at the end has a word written next to it but it had been furiously scribbled out, and hope replaced it. That word was love.
Who would be giving me 'lots of love'?
I start walking down the driveway again and realise the time, it's past 8. That person that wrote the letter wanted to meet at 8.
I throw the letters to the front door, which both slide gracefully under the broken beam, gliding into the front room. I nod my head, feeling victorious, and start running to the corner shop.
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