TNN Oneshots (Angst + Fluff)

Too Late

TW:

Suicide - Please reach out to someone if you have any thoughts of suicide or harming yourself. A reminder that September is Suicide Prevention Month hence why I'm writing this chapter, so please do your research on the signs and check up on your family and friends. And remember, you are never alone.

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Charlotte's pov:

I write the final letter of my name and sign it off with a heart. I made sure to close the envelope and leave it with one final kiss to let Mia have one final reminder of me. I double-check that I've written them all.

Dear Marjorie

Dear Reece

Dear Carly

Dear Winter

Dear Sorscha

Dear Autumn

My two lovely daughters

Dear Mia..

"I'm sorry everyone." I whisper as I close my eyes.

Mia's pov:

8am. Saturday. I wake up, make a cup of coffee, check my phone. I smile looking at Char and I's messages from last night. I doubt she's awake yet so I text her a "Good Morning!" and start to pack for my next trip. I hear a knock at my door

I answer the door and lean on the doorframe.

"Amelia Roberts?" the man on the other side of the door asks.

"Yes? Who is this?" I ask the man. Slightly confused. Why are the police at my door, this early in the morning.

"This is officer Jeff with the police station. Do you know Charlotte Walsh? (Made up surname!)"

"Yes, she's my.." I struggle to find the word to describe her. "friend.. she's my friend." I respond as I straighten myself out. With hints of concern in my voice.

"I'm very sorry to break the news to you however at 1am this morning, we found Miss Walsh on the beach. And unfortunately, she-" I cut him off with questions and start to bombard him with trying to ask if she's okay. He stops me, "She was found dead on arrival. I am so sorry for your loss."

"What?" I step back bracing myself. My left hand covers my stomach, and my right hand goes over my mouth. I feel sick. I feel absolutely sick to my stomach. Tears welled up in my eyes. I was feeling no emotions and yet all of them at the same time. I couldn't bear it. Charlotte and dead in the same sentence. I can't do this right now. That message I sent her just a few minutes ago will never reach her?

The officer stands there, hat to his chest solemnly. "I think I need time to process this, is there anything I need to do right now?"

"Not as of right now. You are more than welcome to come down to the station if you have anymore questions. My condolences." He nods in condolences, "She actually left these notes at the scene." He hands me the note and leaves. I shut the door behind him. I can't even breathe. Sitting on the couch, I look at the notes. Marjorie, Her daughters, Reece, Carly, Sorscha, Winter, Autumn and..

Me.

She left one for me? The others fall from my hands and I hold the one labeled "Mia.."