In Murder, She Wrote.

Chapter 3 // Discoveries.

   "How do I look in this dress?", Valentina questioned for my opinon as she twirled & posed. We were trying on clothes in Paulina's closet.

    I answered truthfully.  "Fits your figure nicely".

  "Good. It's my dress now". Valentine quickly tore the dress off & placed it on the knob of Paulina's door.  "And it's my favorite color too. Blue is best".

   Laughing, I made my way back to my sister's closet, searching for something that suits me. "I don't see nothing in here so far that I like at all".  I glimpsed back at Val to capture her rolling her eyes at my complaint. 

   "Just keep looking", she ordered. I sighed, but followed the direction. I pulled back a coat to find a long green skirt with two splits on the sides. It was actually .. cute.

   "I like this!", I took it off the hanger & held it up for Val to see. She smiled & nodded her head quickly in absolute agreement. Trying to put the skirt on, my footing went completely haywire & I fell flat on my butt inside the closet. 

  "Ouch!", I yelped. I rubbed my backside as Valentina ran over to me to see if I was alright. Something in the left corner of the closet caught my eye.  "Hey, what we have here?"

    It was a small white box. There possibly couldn't be nothing that important inside such a tiny box. I crawled towards it & grabbed it, Val trailing behind. I looked back at her for approval.

    "Open it", she mouthed. I gave her a nod & removed the cover off the box. Inside was a ..

    Note. 

    A simple note on notebook paper.

    "Qué demonios! What the hell?"

I picked the note out of its place & opened it. I read out loud it's contents contained inside.

                                                               Paulina, 

I've finally realized my true feelings. I know, I know it's really unusual. I thought about what you said & you're right. Feelings can't be controlled, nor prevented. Your hair, your smile, your laugh, your personality; it all intrigues me. Leaves me breathless matter of fact. What we've been doing for the past few months is so wrong, yet it feels so right. But hey, life is life. You can either learn it's ways or get screwed over. Simple. I just need to hear the sound of your voice again, you're everything I want & need. You're the one I want to be with. You're the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. It kills me damn near everyday knowing you're not mines. These feelings are so sudden, I never really knew they were really there. One thing I know for sure is that I don't regret not one minute of what we have done, or regretting anything we're about to do.

     I paused for a minute. I recognized this handwriting from somewhere, somewhere I couldn't exactly put my finger on. 

      "Ooooo, Paulina had a boo!", Val joked. I slightly laughed. The fact I couldn't remember who's handwriting this was deeply bothered me, & I really didn't know why. I guess I must've been spaced out too long because Val snapped her fingers in my face, zoning me back.

      "HELLO, Earth to Wynter! Man, you look shook. Let's get some sleep". I folded the note & put it back into the box,  putting everything in the corner where it was before, making it look untouched. We grabbed the clothes & cozied up in my room.

        But even though I was exhuasted, I couldn't stop thinking about that note.