Her Life in Letters

Day 2//If you were here

I set my pencil down on my paper and sighed.

After reading what I had wrote, I feel my eyes start to water and the empty pit in my stomach return. This is by far the hardest thing I have ever gone through.

I imagined my life with Noah to last forever. I even imagined us dying, holding hands in our hospital beds, which happened to be right next to each other.

In no way did I imagine him dying before he even proposed.

I folded the letter and placed it in the envelope, scribbling his old address the front.

I put in big letters, "ONLY TO BE READ BY NOAH RIDER"

I didn't want anyone to find the letters and think I had gone insane.

This was my life in letters.

And only Noah was allowed read them.

But that's not going to happen because he's dead.

"If you were here," I whisper, starring out my window.

"We would be watching a movie," I speak, "holding hands."

"I'd have your flowers sitting in a vase on the my desk. I would probably be eating those chocolates you got me," now I was full on crying. Feeling sorry for myself and Noah.

I remember this morning when I went outside to get the mail and noticed a newspaper article lying on the ground.

The captain said, "Two lovebirds life's drastically changes in the disappearance of Noah Rider."

It took all my power not to rip that newspaper to shreds.

The news also grabbed a hold on the story and did a thirty minute episode on the strange disappearance of my boyfriend.

It took all I had not to throw the remote at the TV.

Now here I am, crying my eyes out because he's gone.

I get out of my chair and collapse onto my bed, which is covered in tissues and crumpled up pieces of paper.

I lay there, recalling my favorite moments with Noah.

2 days before the crash.

"Sweetie, I'm sorry I didn't call you last night. I was up studying for finals, I'll make it up to you," he slithers his arm around my waste and burrows his face in the nape of my neck.

"Don't worry about it Noah," I whisper, recalling how I had stayed up an hour past my bed time waiting for his call.

"I love you."

I turn around and peck his lips, "I love you too."

"Let me take you to dinner tonight, my treat for my sweetie."

I blush, "Adam's?"

"Adam's."

Adam's was an old restaurant owned by a old couple. It was Noah's and I's favorite place to eat.

"Lead the way," Noah whispers into my ear.

I smile grabbing his hand and leading him to his car.

God.

I'm an emotional reck.

I grab my pillow and scream into it. My heart was beating loudly in my chest and my face was hot with sweat. I placed my hand over my heart and counted to ten.

"Whenever you stressed, scared, or sad, just count to ten," Noah said, squeezing my hand and kissing my head.

I stopped counting at 9, unable to say his football jersey number.

//cya in the next chapter!