Lethal Love

Chapter 2

Evelyns POV

I sigh and impatienly tap my fingers against the wooden desk that I've finally become accustomed to. Twenty more minutes and I will finally be able to clock out and make my way home. I can't wait to enjoy the rest of my afternoon relaxing on my couch and Florence plays with my feet while I finally finish my book. Maybe the mail has passed and has dropped off my weekly letter from Zayn. I smile at the thought of him and long for him to be with me. It's been so long since I've seen him, but the letters give me something I can hold on to as he makes his way to recovery. God, I hope he can come around and finally straighten up. I know he wants us to work, but the only way I can feel better about our relationship is if he takes care of himself and sobers up. 

I smile again as I think about us sharing a bed and talking about the next episode of Glee. We both hated the show, but couldn't keep ourselves from watching it. I sighed, remembering the feeling of his lips on mine. I miss him, but I couldn't take the risk of losing him again.

"Could the time go by any slower?" I groan as I rest my head on the desk and check my phone. Five minutes left. I shove my phone back into my purse and try to organize the small amount of papers on my desk before walking towards the back where we clock out. I can't help feel relieved as I push and pull my card out of the small slot and start back towards the exit. 

I let out a sigh of relief as I got into the drivers seat of my car and put the key in the ingnition. I didn't mind working in an office, but it gets boring after a while and I have to find ways to entertain myself. My boss usually doesn't give me a heavy work load during the day unless it's the end of the month. It was the beginning of January so the work was really light and will probably increase within the next two to three weeks. 

I was home within twenty minutes and anxiety started to set in as I pulled into the small driveway. Did he write again? He had to.. Unless he was too busy with the doctor and couldn't squeeze in the time. My heels click against the concrete as I make my way to the black mail box and I pull the lid open. The biggest smile takes over my face as I pick out one specific envelope against the other three which were probably just bills. I'm like a little kid on Christmas morning everytime I recieve a letter from him. I grab the other envelopes, close the lid to the mailbox then rush over to my car and pull it under the carport before locking it then going inside.

I don't even bother to pick up Florence as she rubs against my leg when I tear the sealing off of the white rectangle. I take a deep breath and scan the letters scribbled across the page. It's almost unreadable as I skim across the words that my troubled man tried to write out. I know he's shaking from withdrawals and I cannot help the tears that start to well up in my eyes.

I just want to hold him, to tell him that he can do it and it's going to be worth it all in the end. I'm sure a few words of encouragment on a paper help, but I know that he's longing for my voice and he needs to be able to hear it to get through this. I clutch the letter close to my chest and let the tears fall down my cheeks and onto my shirt. 

It felt like hours before I could finally move to place his letters with the rest of them. I loved reading his letters but I always ended up crying because I couldn't even imagine what he could be feeling right now. 

I grabbed a pen and a couple pieces of paper and began writing until I couldn't feel my hand anymore.

Hi love,

I know it's hard right now Zayn, but it's going to all be worth it in the end. We can finally start what we've been planning over these past two years. I know you think that I don't understand, but it's a lot harder being out here--without you. It's getting harder, but I always look forward to when the mailman passes every Wednesday with a letter from you. When you start wanting to give up just remind yourself of all the good things that are going to come out of this. We're going to be happy and you're going to be healthy. I love you, Zayn. I want what is best for you and this is the step you have to take. I'm sorry that you have to go through this, but I'm here for you. 

I miss your smell. I occasionally wear a t-shirt of yours, but I'm afraid the smell will wear off so I always make sure to put it back where it was in the first place. I miss your kisses and your hugs. I miss the way you hold my hand and laugh when I wear that ugly sweater my mother bought me. I miss your voice and I plan on calling your doctor to see if we can be able to talk at least once a week for about an hour or two. I think it'll be good for the both of us. Right?

Well, Florence is meowing like crazy. I think she wants some of her fancy feast. She misses you too. She sleeps in your spot, not that she doesn't mind the room to herself. ;) She's still a diva and cannot wait for you to come home. 

We miss you and love you,

Evelyn and Florence *meow*

Florence has now made her way onto the table and is close to stepping onto the letter as I reread it before I fold it and slip it into the evelope before licking it then pressing the seal down. I scribble the address and return address before walking over to the pantry and pulling out a can of Florence's cat food. "You're such a brat.." I roll my eyes and empty the contents into the pretty pink bowl. "I swear you eat better than me, Florence." I giggle as she rubs against my leg as a way of saying thank you before getting into her food.