Letters to Charlie

Unknown POV

Earlier that week...

I couldn't go back yet, but I wanted to ask my mother about what was going on with me.

Or even the my father, but I know my mother wouldn't kill me for what I've done.

A pain shot up in my chest and my head was filled of a place that I had seen her at once.

My legs took control and I ran.

I stopped.

I stood in front of a beautiful hidden lake. It was June so it was hot out. The pain in my chest subsided and I could think properly.

I took my shirt off and I left my shorts on. I walked to the rope swing and I acted like my nineteen year old self.

Not aging was nice. It had been about two years or three.

Friday Night...

Her friend came tonight. The friend was there for ten or fifteen so minutes before she walked away.

I could hear the two of them say goodbye before I returned my attention onto the old man on the other side of the cemetery. I sighed and I focused back on the girl who's life I screwed up.

I jumped down from the tree and she looked in my direction. There was no way she could have heard me.

She just looked and I looked back catching her gaze and she looked away.

I walked over to her and I saw her watching. She had already placed the letters on his grave.

I was the one who took the letters after she left, I didn't read them. I kept them in case he ever came back.

"Hey."

She looked at me. Quick to the point like I was.

"If I stay or if I go, I risk everything."

I had no idea where she was going with it. She took a step closer to me.

I could smell the blood, what?

I was hungry it's been three weeks.

Tilting her head up looking at my defined jaw and letting her eyes roam over my entire face. Locking eyes with me she said it's all or nothing.

All or nothing.