I Stole His Nutella And He Stole My Heart (Chapter 14)

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So I'm going to give some insight into Leslie's condition. This is also the chapter where they read the letters. What will happen? I really don't know. Don't forget to follow me and vote. Love y'all!
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"Are you ready for this?" That question had been lingering in my mind ever since yesterday. I'm sure I'm ready. I just don't want to right now.

It's Sunday night. The night my sister died. I know we're going to have to open up the letters soon. We only have twenty minutes until it's a different day. The feeling of emptiness just consumes my body.

"Les." Ryan takes my hand into his. "You didn't answer my question, love?" I squeeze his hand lightly to get rid of that look of concern.

"Oh sorry I was just thinking. Yes I'm ready." I say confidently. "Are you ready?" He chuckled nervously.

"I'm always ready. Ready is my middle name." I roll my eyes at him. "Okay, do you want me to read your letter first?" I nod my head.

I carefully hand him my letter. My hands were trembling as doing so. Once he had it in his grip I carefully let go.

Brace yourself

"I'm going to start now." I nod my head at him. I give him a small smile.

"Dear Les, You are the only thing that kept me alive. You are a beautiful young lady and an awesome sister. I'm sorry that I have to do this to you but I'm not happy here. I hope you find someone you love. I hope you let him in. I know after my death you're going to become uptight but I don't want that. Don't let mom and dad treat you like a baby either. You are still my sister no matter what and I want what is best for you. I want you to find a love that's so toxic but the right kind of toxic. I want you to fall in love with a guy or a girl who cares for you as much as I do. I love you Leslie and always remember this was never your fault. I just had leave this place."

I feel a bunch of tears rushing down my cheek. My sister was the most caring person I know. During all of this she was concerned about me. I love her so much.

Ryan's hand wiped the tears from my eyes. I look at him with adoration. This guy really cares for me.

"Are you ready?" He nodded. I'm not ready to read this.

"Ryan, my sweet Ryan I love you. I know you might hate me after this but don't blame yourself. Not everything in this world is about you. I love you and I really do. I'm just not happy anymore. Remember that time you found those scars on my wrist and you kissed them. I remember that time perfectly. I knew that you truly cared for me right then and there. I hope you find a girl who loves you as much as I do. I hope you fall in love with her and stay with her. I hope that you will love her as much as you loved me. Don't cry my love. Time heals all wounds. I love you!"

His eyes were glossy but he didn't dare cry. He looked so pain. He had the saddest smile on his face. "Man I loved her." I nodded my head at his words. I love my sister.

"You can cry, you know. I won't judge you." That's exactly what he did. I saw the tears coming out of his eyes. That's when I planted a kiss on each of the tears rolling down his cheeks.

I didn't even realize what I was doing. He froze as soon as I placed the last kiss on his face. His gaze never left mine.

"Sorry, my mother used to do that to me when I was crying." I explained and he just smiled. Not the reaction I was expecting. "What are you smiling for?"

"Oh nothing." Well fine then be weird. "Now it's exactly 12:01 am. It's a brand new day. You want some breakfast?" He asked while getting off the couch. My stomach growled.

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