Love Letters to the Dead

Chapter Three

I wake up the next morning with a gentle knocking at my door.

"Bailey? Are you okay?" My mom asks.

I yawn sleepily. "Hm?"

"Well, yesterday, you were really mad about your father and I...pretending to be Dylan?" She asks again.

My skin is boiling just like it was yesterday, but I try to keep calm. "Mom, I'm not really mad about that anymore. And you kinda woke me up from me sleeping, so please go away."

"Alright, alright, just come downstairs for breakfast within an hour."

An hour. That's all the time I'll need.

I grab a piece of paper and my pencil, and begin to write.

Dear Dylan,

I'm really sorry, but I'm having a hard time believing that this is really you. If you don't mind, I prepared a little quiz for you to prove that you really are Dylan, and not my parents playing a prank on me. If you get the questions right, then I'll know it's you.

1. What was the day that we met?

2. What did you ask me the day that we started dating?

3. How did I respond?

4. Where were we?

5. What did you give me on my fifteen birthday?

6. How did I feel when you died?

Again, I'm sorry if it really is you, but I will fully trust you if you answer these questions correctly.

-Bailey

I put down my pencil, and I already feel less mad. If Dylan really is writing to me, then now is the time for him to prove it. I walk back downstairs for breakfast.

"So what are we doing today?" I ask curiously.

"Today, we're going shopping!" My mom says excitedly.

Oh no. "For what?" I ask again.

"Oh, just the usual. Food and supplies is what I'm getting," Dad responds.

"But you and I are going CLOTHES SHOPPING!!!!" Mom adds, squealing like a little girl.

I sigh and laugh sarcastically. "Fine, I guess I need new clothes anyways."

About an hour later, my mom and I are standing in front of the small shop (that I saw yesterday) called "Anna's Clothing Store." The place seems new and really...pink.

Inside, the walls are bubblegum-pink color and the floors are white tile. But the clothes look...gorgeous!

"Hi, how can I help you?" A girl asks. She looks about my age; she has caramel eyes, light brown hair, and peach skin. She's wearing a pink dress with white polka dots on it, along with white leggings and light brown boots.

"Hi, we're looking for clothes, maybe tops, shorts, jeans, and sundresses?" My mom replies, looking at me.

"Okay, I can find that easily for you!" The girl answers. "My name is Anna, and I run this store. It's technically my parents' place, but I make all of the clothes here!"

"Really?" I gasp in shock. "You make all of the clothes? They look amazing!"

"Why, thank you!" Anna laughs, bowing courteously.