The Love of a thousand Letters

Page 9 When do you Know?

When Charlie read the letter, his expression began cheerfully, and then as he sat on his blue bed covers, he read the letter, and his face seemed to change into a harsh frown. Not understanding what she meant by some part of the letter. Nate looked on patiently as he sat opposite him on the small bed. "What is it Charlie, what exactly did she write?" Nate enquired. Charlie now sweeping his one strand of hair out of his face, and he rested his head against the wall. "She wants me to ask her the same question in two months Nate, El may not want to be as much as we thought?" Nate looked at Charlie sorrowful. As he took the letter from Charlie's open hand and began to read from himself. Charlie then got off the bed and began pacing, thinking about what could have gone wrong in just a week. One minute she was falling for him; the next minute, she won't meet him when the opportunity arises. "Charlie, this is good; I don't see what the issue is here; she wants you to ask her again. so that doesn't mean no; plus, like she said, her family is going through a rough patch, and she needs to be there for them right now?" Nate sighed, trying to make him feel better.

"That still doesn't make sense Nate, this can not of happened in just a week; she isn't telling me something important I can feel it!" Charlie exclaimed, still thinking it over.

"What if she has been hiding something for a while, and you just haven't picked it up, Charlie?" Nate suddenly sighed as he looked at two letters side by side. Nate had a brother who was a graphologist; he studied handwriting and worked for a known company. Nate had picked up on some of the ways he used to look at emotions of writing.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I don't know much, but I can tell some of her writing keeps changing in the capitals and full stops. I can always take them to Hank to have a look at?" Nate suggested as Charlie paused for a second, thinking about it. "Fine, We will go, Nate, but we can't spend long. I promised I would be here for tea tonight." Charlie shrugged as he picked up his bag and followed Nate back to his house. The pair then barged in and ran upstairs to Nate's brother's room. "Hey Hank, I need you!" Nate exclaimed franticly. His brother turned around sharply, feeling a little ganged upon as the two fresh faced boys stood in his door way. "Sure, I guess; tell me what's up?" He finally said, realising, who it was at his door.

"Hank, can you tell me why there is a difference between these handwritings and what they could be hiding?" Nate insisted on placing both letters on the much older brother's desk. Charlie now trying to ignore the smell of dirt all around his brother's room. "Oh, I see Charlie, you have a Pen Pal girl?" Hank chuckled as he began to examine the writing in comparison. After a few moments, he looked up. "You are dealing with a very emotionally challenged woman here, Charlie. There is something she is keeping from you, possibly something physical; I detected a weakness in muscle or tremor in the latest four months of letters. Maybe she wants to say something but can't admit it?" Hank shrugged, not really able to give him much more without knowing the person. The boys then left the room and discussed it further in Nate's room.

"So Charlie, what are you going to do about this now? She is clearly hiding something from you, but why she doesn't know you at all?" Nate questioned, now draw in like a mystery as Charlie retrieved the letters from his grasp. "I think I am going to have to think about it; who knows?" Charlie then left Nate at his house, and feeling upset, he walked himself home with thoughts swimming around his head. He then had tea with his family and talked about how each of their days went. The meal then finished, and everyone went their separate ways; Charlie went back upstairs to read the letter once more before he replied again to her letter. This time with concern more than anything.

'Dear El, 

I am worried about you, i could tell something was off when you asked me to wait and ask in two months. El, i need to ask this and i no its none of my business; but why two moths? if it was a family issue you wouldn't be able to see when that will be resolved. I also have a friend who looks at hand writing for a living. He said that the you had an emotional, writing style and that you had a tremor in your hand. El I am worried I need to know that you are well and you are safe, you are my best friends Elara and if there is something wrong i desperately want to know so i can be there for you. besides I am glad you had an amazing night with your family for my prom night. I bet yours is going to be soon, if you have no one I would glad do the same for you El. Also tell me what type of dress you wear, it only seems right as i told you my tucks. I also have to tell you El, I am not trying to force you to tell me things. I am simply worried about you and I couldn't bare not knowing you and one day meeting you. 

Elara I hate to tell you this, and i am not sure if this is a good time to tell you El. But its something i have meant to tell you for at least the last three years if not ,more. I love you El, you are the girl I love and the girl I want in my life. I guess that's what these have always been El, love letters in a twisted and confusing way. I have grown to love you and I still grow to wish we could meet. Please write back, tell me how you feel, I wont be hurt or mad at your opinion. I just need to know El. 

All the best wishes in the world, 

your best stranger Charlie.'