But there was something about Charlotte. She wasn't like the most prettiest girl in the world, but anyone with heart could tell that she had a beautiful heart. A heart that could easily be broken. A heart that needed to be protected.
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Her pare...
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I'm sure there is another letter. I'm so, so, so sure.
She just can't leave me with "Your parents." She can't. She wouldn't.
So I just dump everything upside down in the house, desperate for another letter. I need it. I won't sleep peacefully without it. Not like I haven't lately.
Not in her bed. Not even in her closet. To be frank, I really didn't want to even look in her bedroom. But in her room, after checking for the 6th time, I noticed a frame the size of a playing card. It was a small picture of her. I think it was for her portfolio or something. She looked absolutely stunning.
Her brown hair was lightly curled, and it seemed to be flying out behind her. Her blue eyes looked piercing and the light grey background just seemed to make her pop out more. Her deep red coat looked pretty against the white t-shirt. Gosh. She's really changed. From the too-skinny to be healthy to the healthy looking Charlotte. To the small wardrobe to the almost full closet. To the locked in heart to the somewhat expressive Charlotte.
Almost everything can change in 11 months. I've seen in happen before my eyes.
I've changed a lot. Char, definitely. People around me. For sure.
But that picture seemed to have a piece of paper sticking out. I frantically pried open the frame, my knee jittering in excitement mixed with a little bit of fear.
It seemed to be a newspaper.
My mouth dropped open, my jaw setting. Before my eyes, I could see the black writing: NEW YORK TO LA, CHEFS MAKE BIG BREAK.
It's my parents. At least I think they are. They look older. They look...
Happier?
I didn't actually see them die. It was possible. I had just seen the policeman walk in and tell me. Before my life changed. Forever.
I slide onto the ground, gripping the newspaper. They are alive. They didn't even take me with them. They just packed up and went to LA.
Wait, this newspaper has been written a good 3 years ago. They were always really, really good parents to me. They loved me. Why?
Why did they abandon me?
I can feel hot tears spill out of my betraying eyes before I rip up the newspaper in shreds. And I watch them float to the ground.
I won't believe this. And not to mention, Charlotte's been keeping this from me. Why?
I can see another letter peeking out, and I fist it impatiently. I'm so-
Furious? I think that's the word. I can't really describe the feeling right now. I crumble open the letter, keeping my eyes far away, so that I won't smudge the ink.
