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They Write You a Love Letter-Part 2 (The Girls)

Sonya(The Spring:Either:Your P.O.V)
The weather was cold, like every other night here. I've grown to not completely hate it, but that doesn't mean I love it. It's grown to be something neutral, something that just is.

The garden makes my hand cold and wet, even with gloves. They’re brown to make up for the fact that they're covered in dirt. If they weren't, they would be that way eventually anyway so may as well get it over with.

I sat back, watching girls stand amongst each other and go to bed. One of them has feelings for me. Only one and I have no idea who.

This is so unfair, and also the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and also I’m going insane. All of those are true at the same time, and there’s a word for that, but I can’t remember what.

“Hey.”

I looked up to see Sonya, our very important Second-in-command, standing there casually. She didn’t even know she made my mouth dry, face growing warmer as I wanted to vanish into myself. She’s so pretty, so strong, so everything I want. It’s hard to know whether I want to be her or with her.

“H-hi,”I forced out, giving her a small smile. She accepted that as an invite, taking a seat beside me. Her knee brushed against mine, making me tense against my will. If she noticed, she didn’t mention it.

“It’s nice out,”she stated simply, watching the Spring dwindle out.

“It is. It’s cold though.”

Without a word, she shuffled her jacket off. Before I could object, she draped it across my shoulders, her hands going down my arms when she pulled away.

“Thank you. It’s soft,”I nodded, hugging it closer to me.

She opened her mouth like she was going to say something important before Harriet called her over. I swore her face dropped as she slowly stood up, shaking her head.

“Do you want your jacket back?”I offered.

“No thanks. I’m the one who wrote you the love letter so you should definitely keep it.”

“Okay-wait, what? Sonya, Sonya, what?!”

But she had already left, probably smirking as she did too.

That has got to be a checkmate of some kind.

Harriet(The Safe Haven:Book:Your P.O.V)
I can feel myself growing insane the longer I sit here and wonder who. Who would write to me? Who's been wanting me from the start, pining, yearning, wishing, for me? Who would feel anything for me? I’m stubborn, and laugh too loud, and stare at strangers too long. Who the hell thinks that’s secret admirer worthy?

I don’t know. Apparently, I don’t pay as much attention to people as I should, because I still haven’t figured it out.

This is exciting for once, but it’s also pissing me off. There aren’t that many girls left from the Spring, but being wrong would be humiliating.

I know who I hope it is though. I know who I really, really want it to be.

She’s beautiful, smiling with Sonya and Aris. Sometimes she would throw her head back as she laughed, a bright grin that reached her beautiful dark eyes. They were big and bright, like a deep abyss of secrets that I wanted to suffocate in.

I don’t care who the letter’s from if it’s not from Harriet. I can either sit here and mope, or I can actually do something about it.

Standing up, I made my way over to her. I could feel every step vibrate my feet, could hear the way my heart was thumping in my chest. The closer I got the worse my face flushed, a deep heat spreading from my cheeks to my neck.