How we broke

Letter 31

This is my first time writing a semi-suspenseful AND romantic story. So with that, I hope it turns out okay and you enjoy. Should I enter Wattpad Prize 2014 or 2015?

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Dear Nathan,

I suppose you're wondering what happened to us and maybe even why I'm talking to you after that. If you remember, that is.

It's been 2 months since we broke, you and me.

I know what you're thinking. "What do you mean? I don't remember dating you. I don't even know who you are!" Silly Nathan.

Nathan, can I call you Nate? I'm going to call you Nate. I used to, anyways.

Nate, remember study hall? Well I do. There's more to study hall then you think, Nate.

If a person joins study hall for minors, you're automatically entered into a drawing. At the time I joined, I didn't know. As we got to know each-other, I told you that. But this isn't the point. Nathan, I hope you're a fast reader because what you've gotten out of I'm still in.

I should start from the beginning. I want to save the shocking parts for the end. This is just the beginning. As you can see, I'm using the notebook they provided us with. I'll have Lance send this journal to you in a few days, after I've finished. He'll also give you a box filled with stuff that can be opened after you've read certain parts. Do NOT open those yet. By then let's hope I'm still here. I have a phone, but you probably wouldn't remember my number. Wow, I get off of topic fast.

So on February 2nd, 2013, you and I joined the comity. They called it the "community". At the community, we began to strengthen our senses in a discrete manor. They called this...actually that's a little hazy.

I'll tell you more about this but only after I know you've accepted this. No one else may read this but me and you. If they do? I'm screwed...dead for all I know! After you read this I hope you'll care about me as much as you did before. I hope you'll care enough to save me no matter the cost. Because what I am now? I'm a wreck without you. And I firmly believe that you'll soon remember everything.  Things in the box are memory joggers. AH-AH-AH! Don't you dare peek.

You'll become that weapon you were again, and maybe, just maybe, we can defeat- wow. I got ahead of myself there...

Let me start over.

Dear Nathan, we did break. And it wasn't because we wanted to...we had no choice.

Nathan I'm asking you for a favor. Save me.

Love,

Aria.