She climbed the sturdy oak tree that led to his bedroom window hoping he was there. Charlie, once her twin brother's best friend, she had always felt safe with him. Always felt closer to him than Ryley. But now as she peaked into his darkened window she didn't know if she could trust him.
Sighing, which she seemed to do a lot of now days she tossed one of the plethora of pebbles she gather from the foot of the tree. It ricocheted off the glass with a soft ping and fell to the soft grass below, she repeated this motion until the window was pushed open and his face peered out.
He was still as handsome as she could remember, with his warm but piercing hazel eyes behind a pair of black frames. And his always shaggy, messy bangs he used to hide his face still fell in the same place. She felt at home just looking at him.
"Charlie… can I come in?" She whispered afraid to be loud for the fear she would wake his parents. "Ry- Ryson?" He mumbled looking toward her voice and she nodded in the dark foliage around her. "Yes Charlie can I please come in?" She asked again this time louder in hopes he would allow her.
The boy stepped back allowing her a quick entrance through his bedroom window. "What're you doing here darling? Your parents and brother are worried sick, Ryley stopped talking to everyone Macy included, he's so worried about you." Charlie asked as soon as she was on he her feet peering up at his face.
"I needed to see you first… I'm done with running away… I missed home and my family too much." She mumbled before throwing herself in his arms taking in his sent. Fresh air and lemon grass. But what she left out were the letters, she missed White Rabbit and his love for her.
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Letters From...
Short StoryA series of letters. A series of confessions. He was to shy to speak to her in real life and and she was to popular to notice him. He loved her. She didn't know he existed. His go to cure? Writing letters to her.
