Miles Cade's POV:
My eyebrows furrowed, my gaze went straight toward the beautiful, I might add, young woman standing across the room. It's strange, I feel as though I know her. She's staring at me with tears filling her eyes. Was I the cause of those tears? It pains me to see her that way, but I don't know why it pains me.
She gave me a smile, but I did not return one.
"It's nice to see you again," She started to say, "I've missed you so much."
I gave her a raised eyebrow. I was trying to focus on her face... I know that I know her from somewhere. I continued to stare at her until she let out a an awkward laugh, "Aren't you going to say anything?"
"I'm sorry," I spoke to her in a quiet voice, "I just...you look familiar."
"Familiar?" She asked with her voice started to crack.
I frowned, "Who are you?"
There was an empty feeling inside of both my brain and heart. It made this moment unbearable. Not a single memory about her I could recall. Only a blur of visions in my mind that I couldn't put together.
I didn't say anything more because I didn't want to make her cry even harder. Her hand was covering her mouth as if she had to stop herself from speaking to me. A nurse pulled her out of the room. I don't know what happened outside those doors, but the nurse came back in giving a short apology for that.
I shook my head, "Who was that? Why is she crying? Did I say something wrong?"
"No, you didn't," The nurse answered me giving me a sympathetic look, "Your name is Miles Cade. That young woman that was in here is your best friend and she... cares a lot about you. It's just hard for her to see you this way."
"Will she back tomorrow?" I asked, "I want to get know her."
"That is up to her, but she did drop something off."
The nurse handed me a stack of envelopes. Each one had cursive handwriting that had my name on it. I noticed there were a lot of them and I stared at her with a head tilt, "What are these?"
"Letters," She answered, "She wrote you while you were on that trip and when you in your coma."
My heart started beating fast. I knew that she looked familiar, but now I am starting to think there is more to her than I thought. Did she really write all these letters for me? Wow... that's something special.
"Are you alright?" The nurse questioned.
"I just... I wish I could remember. I feel as though apart of myself is missing."
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Letters to Miles Cade
Ficção AdolescenteA story written through letters. Piper Cheyenne is writing to her best friend of four years, Miles Cade who's on an overseas trip during the entire summer. She writes him the good, the bad, and what happens while he's gone is an unexpected one. Ther...
