I've been running down to the mailbox every day this week. She hasn't replied for a while. I wonder if she's okay. I remember she's a licensed killer and the mere thought of that makes me feel a little more calm. I see Laura checking her mail and she smiles at me.
"How are you?"
"I'm doing great, Laura!" I say as she pulls me into a bearhug. I manage to breathe despite the heavy fragrance she's wearing. As she lets go off me, I ask her about Tara. Her face falters a little bit. "She's doing fine."
She gives me a light nod. "I'll catch you later, Rog-"
I nod back and check my mailbox. A letter!
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"Dear Roger,
Do you realize we all could be sleeping and all this could just be a dream? Like, you and me, everything. I hope it is.
I hope it isn't. I want to see you again. I hope you aren't just a figment of my imagination. I'd go through a hundred more hits to the head to see you.
Well, it's late in the night. Sorry I haven't written in a while, busy with stuff. Hope you are doing well... I've moved houses again and things are changing everyday. Is change good? I don't really know. I wish the past would go away and I could start afresh. But it's a bit too late for that, don't ya think? *insert bitter laugh*
Tara, what did you do?
Well, you've technically been given a new chance. Use it wisely! Again, shine bright like you always do! I'm always there for you whether you can see me or not. When I'm needed, I'll appear, ok? Trust me on this.
Changes are changes. I don't know whether they are good or bad. Depends, I guess.
I turn back. You're hiding in my closet, aren't you? That sounded creepy Tara, are you stalking me?
(P.S, I'm not a stalker.)
I laugh.
Yours, Eagle girl (Tara)"
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General Fiction"I work for the CBI." "You are a spy?" I ask, fascinated at the thought. She looks fragile, like a flower and looks like she wouldn't win a fight against a teddy bear. Maybe she's in the tech branch or something less dangerous. "I'm a licensed kille...
