A Unique Crossover

Chapter112: Dear Anela

The counter was cleaned of any remaining glass bottles. The air was filled with the smell of kitchen detergent. Increasing my curiosity on how David managed to not only get someone to clean. But he could have had bribe someone to keep their mouth shut about the drinks.

Besides these things, the one thing that really knocked me off my feet was what laying on the counter. An envelope leaning on the fruit bowl that had no fruit inside.

I took the lavender purple paper folded envelope. Head straight for my room with the last few brownies and hot chocolate. Changing into pj's with an oversized hoodie.

I sat on the bed with my legs crossed, staring at the envelope. Concentrating on my breathing while hushing the curious thoughts that are jumping inside my head.

Taking in the details of his handwriting. How he wrote my middle name so beautifully and differently somehow. So elegant and polished, revealing another part of himself.

"Ok." Breathing one last time before finally picking the envelope up. Lightly opening it, I took the four folded white papers. I would also like to know where David even found this paper. I'm sure neither Cameron nor Haylie brought them.

Unfolding the paper before I read,

'Dear Anela,'

'You're probably thinking that finding this handwritten letter is something cheesy or corny. And don't worry, I wrote and signed it myself.'

Lightly scoffing at the little joke that he wrote, "Nice way to break the ice, Dave."

'Yeah, I know. Not the smoothest or most likable icebreaker, but hey, at least I made you laugh. Or smile, right? Maybe a little bit.'

"Maybe," I whispered as if he were sitting right in front of me. Just like how Carter almost knew what I was thinking or about to say. I don't know if that's a brother thing between the two, or this was their way of lighten things.
Instead of reading his words, I could hear his voice as I continued reading,

'I know that today has been a lot for you. And you may be angry at me, at Carter, and my family. Which you have every right to be.'

I nodded my head, agreeing with him for a long time. Which brought this strange sense of warmth to my heart. Love can be so strange sometimes.

'Three years ago, on this very day, my family and I pleaded with Carter to let you come to the hospital. He was in so much pain and had barely enough strength to do the basic things. But he refused to let his angel see him like that. He wanted your memory of him to be only of the trip that you and he had. Memories of how he was before the cancer.'

Remembering Carter saying the same thing in the video. That I may not understand now, but in time I will.
I hope that I will some day. Breathing through my nose as I continued reading,

'I know that what I'm writing to you won't change things from the past. Nor will it make things better. But I want you to know that Carter loved you more than he had ever loved anyone else before. And it was hard for him to keep you away from seeing him in the hospital. I hope that you will understand that.'

'I'm trying to understand.' My mind whispered at the page in my hands. As the video replayed in my head, I slowly understood why Carter hadn't allowed me to come. Seeing him so weak and fragile was heartbreaking. My heart doesn't want to accept that version of him.

Taking a moment to calm my heart that was heavy like the tears in my eyes. I got ready for the rest of the letter. The next paragraph made my mind and tongue still as I read,