Daydreams?

Chapter 3- Little Talks

Hey Landon,

So I thought I should write another letter to you. It's almost been a month since you died, or went missing. I'm still not sure which one is correct, but I know I'll never find you. If you wanted me to find you, I would have you already, here, with me.

I just wish I had some kind of closure, you know? You would demand it if I had been the one who died, or went missing, I don't know.

I just wrote this letter to tell you that I loved you Landon. I miss you so much and I wish you were here so that I could tell you face to face.

I love you always,

Alice

I finished the letter, thinking about my encounter with the old man. He hadn't been back, or at least not at the same time I was.

"Hey sweetheart," my imaginary Landon said, touching my shoulder as he did.

"What now?" I hid my letter, leaning over it.

"Just checking on that letter you're writing." He smirked, nudging me to get the paper.

"Don't read it!" I commanded, hoping he wouldn't read it. Why do I even care? He's my imagination so he already knows what it says.

"Why not? Hey, Landon," He began reading it off and I listened quietly as his voice calmed me whenever he spoke.

I sighed, missing the actual Landon. I wish he could actually read the letters so that he could know how I felt.

"Hello? Is Alice there?" He laughed, knocking lightly on my forehead.

"What?" I looked around, sitting up.

"You fell asleep." A wry smile had appeared on his face, knowing that he had probably been the one to cause it.

"I did?"

"I just wanted to ask if you wanted to take it to the graveyard now." He gestured to the letter, changing the subject.

"Sure, I haven't got anything better to do." I laced up my converse, standing before I put the letter in an envelope. I followed after him, trying to go unnoticed downstairs.

"Ali, could you come here?" Grandma called from the kitchen.

"Yes ma'am."

"Let's have a little chat, alright?" She gestured for me to come from my spot in the doorway to join her.

"Okay."

"I'm worried about you Alice. You know that? I've heard you talking to yourself, and I know you snuck out a few nights ago. What's going on? Why are you going behind our backs?"

"It's nothing nana, Don't worry about it." She sighed, not understanding.

"Sweetheart, if this us about a boy-"

"It's not about a boy. I just went out to think. I went to the beach." I lied, at least, I did about where I went.

"Well what's going on? You can tell me, you know."

"I just miss Landon, that's all." I sighed, not wanting to cry in front of her.

"I know it's hard losing your best friend, but you have others, right?" Her words infuriated me, as if Landon was simply replaced.

"Landon was my only friend. Who has been here for me while I've went through this? No one. Everyone just left." I breathed, the calm tone in my voice disappearing.

"Well if you're stuck in the past you'll never makeo any more!"

"Maybe I don't want to make more." I said through my teeth.

"If you're going to be that way, then I guess I'll just have to do it for you. Ashton is coming over tomorrow, you should get to know him. He's such a nice boy."

"Nana, I don't want to get to know Ashton." I groaned with frustration, not in the mood for this.

"Well that's too bad, isn't it?" She paused in her cooking, not looking up before returning to her task. I huffed in anger, leaving the room.