THIRTY FIVE

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From when I was a little boy, I always looked to you for advice, Jules. I've always needed your advice. Now I wish you were here more than ever. I'd give anything to hear your voice, telling me what to do.

I wanted to kiss Olly.

It was when we were out on the boat. We'd been playing around, and I'd surprised her by throwing her into the sea. She'd chased me afterwards, determined to get me back, yet she fell for such a simple prank. I'd pretended to have twisted my ankle, and let her get close enough to me so that I could pick her up and swing her over my shoulder. I'd ended up holding her across my chest, bridal style.

And my only thought in that moment was about kissing her. I wanted to feel her lips against mine.

But I was scared.

What would she have done? Would she have kissed me back? Or would she have pulled away? And what would happen between the two of us?

I feel like I've only just got the real Olly back in the last year or two. It took us so long to dig her out of her hole, and I'm terrified that one wrong move will send her straight back into it. I value Olly's health more than I do my own, and I'll do anything to keep her happy.

What do I do, Jules? I think there's something there, for me at least, that wants something more. But what if Olly isn't interested? I don't want to ruin the friendship that we have already. Our friendship means more to me than anything else. Olly means more to me than anybody else.

I miss you, Jules. You always knew what to say when I felt lost.

Charles

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