Letters to him

Letter Number Twenty-Five

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Dear Tommy Williams,

I asked Caroline about the pregnancy test. She told me she was pregnant, but that she had lost the baby in a few weeks after the test. I was shocked. How could my sister be so stupid?

"You're so selfish Caroline," I try to stay calm as she remains on the leather couch with her legs stretched out, she doesn't care at all and I wish I was like that but when you have a sister who is dying, you have to care. Whether you like it or not, Caroline returned to watch whatever she could find on Netflix.

I grunt and roll my eyes when I see that I have no effect on her, Caroline barely notices how bothered I am with all of this. So instead of continuing to argue, I pick up my wallet and head to the public bus stop.

I love how I have to wait for the filled bus, in a way, it teaches me how to be patient. Patience is all I need right now. I end up sitting down next to an older man who keeps humming a tune with his eyes closed, and thank god he was asleep otherwise, staring at him would have been awkward. He's a man in his mid 40's, maybe, with a white beard like Santa and I'm telling you, he's an exact replica of Santa. Maybe Santa is at vacation?

I end up walking a few blocks when I reach his house, Richard's.

I ring the door bell a few times due to my impatience, oh the irony.  I'm actually afraid that in any second Jasmine might answer the door and not Richard, then I remembered she's out of town or something, or maybe not.

I see a pair of blue eyes, they remind me of the ocean I haven't seen, his brown hair tasseled in every possible direction like a kid's. He fully opens the door to let me in. I like how his white shirt makes him look a bit tanned, and how his grey shorts resemble a professional basketball player.

"What brings you here?" Richard mumbled in between words, he looks like he's sleep walking or guiding me to the kitchen.

"Did I wake you up or something?" I retort with a light chuckle, I take a seat on one of the chairs.

"Yeah," Richard rubs his eyes with the back of his hands.

"Well Caroline was pregnant," I quietly speak, maybe if I say it quiet enough it might erase the fact that she could have a child if she was healthy, then again she was only 17 years young.

I turn to see Richard with his eyes wide open, also something I wasn't expecting.

"And?-How is she?" He had trouble finding his words, so he focused on getting himself a bowl and some cereal from the top shelves.

"That's the problem, she's fine-"

"Did you asked who's the father?" Richard interrupted me, taking a seat next to me. His knee constantly bumping into mines, until he left his leg resting against mine, I didn't move at all. Skin against burning skin.

"No?" I frown, maybe I'll ask her later.

"Anyway, how are you feeling?" He asks, taking a mouthful of chocolate cereal, milk drips on his chin. I smile lazily, and hesitate to reach over to him and wipe away the droplet of milk with my hand, and he sits there studying my every move. I'm suddenly self conscious and want to hide away.

"I'm okay, I guess." I explain and turn somewhere else, because I feel so small next to him.

"No you're not, hey why don't you stay with me a bit longer and we can watch whatever you like." Richard proposed slightly nudging me at the shoulder, "I never let anyone take control of my television." He wriggled his eyebrows at me and I only laughed, he was satisfied.

"Only if I get to hold the control remote," I proposed, putting on a serious face.

Richard hesitated, and finally agreed, "I'm only doing this because you're blushing right now." And with that he returned to eating his cereal.

Oh god, I could feel my face burning up. Was I really blushing?

Yours truly,

Sky

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