Angels

Letters

We were in Chace' s room, I was sitting on the floor when something caught my eye from under the bed, I went down onto my belly and grabbed the small wooden box. "Hey Chace?" He spun around on his spinny chair at his desk. "That? I don't know what that is..." I opened it up, inside was a single piece of paper, I lifted it out. It was the writing which was on the letter from Angel which had appeared through my weeks before I read it. "For whoever finds this. There were some very special letters in here, my father had chosen to deliver them to me which I am grateful for since they taught me things I did not know. But I gave them away, to someone who the writer had intended them for. An amazing girl named Julia, who inspired the writer. I know she did. And I almost split them up, and I'm sorry. And on the very unlikely off-chance that some days, weeks, months, years, even decades later Beau, Beau if you're reading this, know that I will miss your letters in Canada. I love the fact you didn't know it was me. But Julia will love them and the person behind them, I know. And I know that although I was sort of Angel, I was not. Julia is Angel, and I think you know that. - Goodbye from Georgia. xoxo. I almost cried, everything she'd written was true. She was right. "Are you okay?" Chace asked, I wiped my eye "yeah, I'm fine. I just have to go, thanks for letting me come round." I walked out of his house, ready to write the best letter to Angel yet. It was very hot outside, so I loosened my tie, anybody who walked past just seemed to float by, I didn't even notice them. I was on a mission and I wasn't going to stop until I had written this letter. And it was going to be a good one.