Yours Truly

5: what had i done...?

I wake up the next morning, still curled up in a ball on my bed. I squint my eyes trying not to let the sunlight into my system yet. I glance over at the clock on my nightstand and it reads 10:15 am. I yawn, do a big stretch and sit upright in my bed. Right at the foot of my bed I notice the package that Aaron sent me yesterday, how could I have forgotten about it? I quickly grab it and set it on my lap wondering what it might hold. Slowly, I tear off the tape on the small cardboard box and open it up. Sitting right on top is an envelope, so I take it out and open that up first. My eyes scan over every beautiful word as my mouth reads them.

"Dear Spencer,
I was overjoyed to receive your letter, it really brightened up my entire day. It's funny how you can still make me beyond happy even when you live 3,000 miles away. I was fishing through some old things of mine and found a few gifts that I had got for you when we were young but never got the chance to give them to you. I don't know if you remember, but the day your mom told you that you were moving, I had wanted to show you something but never got the chance to. Well, here, in this box is what little 12 year old me thought was a great present. A 'just because' present because every time I looked into your eyes I knew I was beyond lucky to have you by my side through every single thing in life. Just a few days ago, when I found these things, I was debating just throwing them out. I wanted to try and forget 'us' and try and move on; but when you sent me that letter, I just couldn't forget you. I couldn't move on. So take these stupid little gifts and do whatever you want with them. All I wanted to do was finally give them to you, because even 3 and a half years later I still think of you as my best friend.
Yours truly, Aaron"

I immediately put the letter aside and peek my eyes into the box. Inside sits another little piece of paper, a dried out rose, and a necklace. I grab the paper and open it up. My heart skips a beat and my eyes start to water. The paper is a yellow, wrinkled piece of construction paper with words scribbled on it in purple crayon.
"Here's a 'just because' gift, just because you are my best friend
To: Spencer
From: Aaron"
His sloppy handwriting and big letters remind me of him as a little 7 or 8 year old, playing tag or doing puzzles. I last saw him at 12 years old, he was the cutest kid in school, in my eyes of course, and had those dimples and the messy blonde hair. God, I wonder what he looks like now, nearly 16 years old.

I shut up my thoughts as I peek back into the box and pull out the dried up rose, its thorns all snipped off. I try to imagine what it looked and smelt like when we were little, on the day he was going to give it to me. A small tear falls from my eye and lands on the wrinkled petals. I wipe it away and reach in to grab a chain piled up into a little ball in the corner of the box. I pick it up and hold it in my hand. On the gold chain, my name is scripted in gold. "Spencer" I mumble under my breath as my finger slides across every letter "It's beautiful".
I unclasp the chain and put it around my neck. Another stray tear falls from the corner of my eye and all I can think about now, is how much I miss this kid.

Aaron's POV

"Aaronnnnnn" my mom knocks on my door and then peeks her head in. "Something came in the mail for you today" she smiles and tosses me an envelope and walks out, closing the door.

"That's odd," I think to myself. "I literally just sent Spencer a letter a couple days ago, wow, she sure does answer fast." I take the envelope and quickly open it, not even looking at the address on the front. My eyes scan over the words in confusion, these aren't Spencer's words, this is not Spencer's handwriting! My heart races as I read the letter.

"Dear A,
She may still be gone, but I sure am not. I know what your doing and I know what she is doing. If you don't stop this than i'll do it for you, once and for all. I'll finish her, and have you all to myself.
Now don't get me wrong baby; she may live 3,000 miles away, but believe me when I say that I... I. Am. Everywhere.
Yours truly, T"