I watched her walk to the cemetery again. This time instead of a journal she carried six sheets tied with a ribbon.
It had almost been a week. A week since I last saw her and she saw me.
She had every right to hate me. I had nothing against her.
I wish she knew I never intending this. I watched her place the letters on his grave. A tear slipped from my eyes.
She was only seventeen.
I was only nineteen when it happened. God, I wish it never came to that night, but I tried to be good despite my nature to be bad.
Look how well that turned out to work for me. For some reason I just couldn't walk away after seeing how I changed her life. After she left, I walked over to the tombstone and I sat down.
Charlie Andersen A loving friend, son, and brother. 1998-2016.
He was only 18. And I ended up ripping him away from his family and friend.
From Ariel.
She didn't deserve any of this and it's all my fault.
I'm the shadow that's making her crazy, but I have to make sure she's doing well.
I saw my reflection in the tombstone and I looked away, the coven was already angered with me. To be honest, so was I.
I picked up the letters off the grave and I slipped them into my coat pocket. Something in me couldn't just leave the letters.
There was a very, very slim change of Charlie coming back after this long.
I stood up and I walked away before I did anything stupid. She spoke as she wrote and mentioned she was going to the movies.
I left her alone for the night, and I only made sure she got home safely, before I returned to the coven.
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Letters to Charlie
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