Izzys pov
I've been home for a week now, after the fourth day, everyone stopped asking what happened, and the pain got a little eaiser to deal with. I started watching TV with my family, and was almost back to myself, until today.
I woke up and there was a letter taped on my door. I assumed it was my chores for the day, but as I for closer I noticed not only was it addressed to "the princess that got away", but it was also from the person I never thought I'd hear from again.
I locked my door, sat on my bed, and opened the evenlope with shaking hands. I began reading and with each word I read, another tear fell, wetting the paper. I finally came to the end, and by then Rileys near cursive was ruined, and soaked, unable to read, but I still shoved into my drawer. I'd keep that note forever.
It was a short letter, and most People would say it had no meaning to it. They'd say,"well duh he messed up," or "he should be sorry!" And honestly I was thinking that too, but then I read the end, and I just broke down. He remembered that day in the tree house, the one I thought he'd forget.
That should have made me happy, but it just made me go back Into my dark place. I didn't Eat breakfast, and I didn't leave my room, even when my sister called me to come watch pretty little liars, I stayed. Our song was on repeat, and I was crying a river, not speaking or moving.
"Izzy?" Nathena opened the door a crack.
"He remembered." I stayed in a laying position, with my arms crossed, and earbuds in.
"You got the note?" She sat down at the edge of my bed.
"Mhmm." I nodded my head, and tried to blink back the tears that were escaping.
"Hey, at least he still cares enough to apologize." She stares at me, I don't say anything. I can't. The song is playing, and the memories aren't stopping. I could Almost feel rileys arms wrapped around me.
"Maybe you should write him back." I barley hear her, I'm to caught up in the memories.
Emily's POV
Arms wrap around my waist as lips brush against my neck.
"Good morning, my beautiful, wonderful, absolutely PERFECT girlfriend," Connor says with his morning voice. I sigh and give him the piece of bacon he was kissing up for. He kisses my cheek and walks into the family room, crunching away.
"I smell bacon!" Toby exclaims, sliding across the kitchen floor with his socks.
"Sorry, you'll have to wait until breakfast is ready," I say.
"Have I ever told you how much I appreciate you helping me with my problem? I mean, pretty AND smart! Connor should marry you as soon as possible," he says, giving me his signature puppy eyes. I laugh and give him a piece of bacon.
"Can you do me a huge favor and bring one to Riley?" I ask.
"I don't know if I should do that. After all, he kind of hates me right now," he says.
"Say it's from me and leave. That's all you have to do," I say. He nods and disappears. Joan and Mark walk in, rubbing their eyes.
"Coffee's nice and steamy in the pot, and breakfast will be ready soon," I say, smiling at them before turning back to the stove.
"Sweetie, you didn't have to do this," Joan says.
"You two let me stay here for the summer, even though I'm a fan of the band. The least I could do is make breakfast," I tell her.
