“So” I started. “Nothing for 8 years, then two visits in two days, don’t I feel special” I told him sarcastically.
He looked down at his feet and hen back up at me.
“Sorry” He mumbled. He looked nervous and sad.
“Sorry?” I asked. “Did you really think sorry was going to be good enough?” I continued. “You left me without an explanation, Dylan. I would have written to you, but I didn’t get your address before you drove out of my life. In fact, here…” I left him standing there at the front door and stormed into the kitchen, looking in the cupboards for the box I’d put under there when I moved in. “Have these now” I said, nearly throwing the box at him. He looked at the box and opened it slowly. Inside were nearly 3000 letters. I'd been writing to him. I just couldn't send them. He'd refused to give me his address when he left.
“Letters” He whispered, flicking through them. "You wrote to me?" He looked stunned.
“Yes, Dylan. Letters. There’s about 3000 letters there. One every day for the last 8 years. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got to get on with my life” I slammed the door in his face, slumped down onto the floor and cried my heart out.
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Dylan’s POV
“Letters” I whispered. “You wrote to me?” I asked, looking up to her
“Yes, Dylan. Letters. One every day for the last 8 years. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got to get on with my life.” She slammed the door in my face and I stood there shocked.
I wandered home and went straight up to my bedroom. I opened the box and sat staring at the letters for a few moments, before reading the first one:
Why won’t you tell me where you’ve gone, Dylan? I’m scared I’ll never see you again and you’ve just disappeared like this. I’ve tried phoning you, but you’ve changed your number? Or you’re just blocking my calls. Either way, I don’t get to talk to you every day. We’ve got a lot of things to sort out, Dylan. You’ve left at the worst possible time and now I’m all alone. I hope you’ll come back soon. I miss you. I love you. Casey x
I felt my eyes sting and a stray tear fall as I read it. I put her through so much. She’d obviously not got over it, because she was still writing them. I flicked through the bottom of the box and found the last letter was dated 2 days ago, before I got here. I wasn’t going to read it now, I’d read them all at some point, but I just couldn’t face them all now. Not if they were all like that one. I felt bad enough that I left, and I didn’t realise I could feel any worse, but I did. I put the boxes under my bed and lay down. I thought some more about Annie.
It was a couple of days before we got married. I’d been rambling on about Casey again. I didn’t even realised I did it most of the time. It just came out and before I realised what I was saying, a whole conversation had passed and Annie would be sat with a solemn expression on her face. I could tell she loved me talking about my past, but I spoke about Casey more and more with each passing day. Annie had told me she felt like second best at times.
“If something happens to me” Annie started. “I want you to go find Casey” she continued. “Find her and tell her you love her.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” I’d asked her, confused at her sudden admission of my feelings for Casey.
She didn't answer, she just stared at me.
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Lost Souls (Completed)
RomanceThe day Dylan moved away with his family and left Casey behind was the worst day of Casey's life. But now, Dylan's back. And he just can't get Casey out of his head. But does she want anything to do with the man that left her 8 years ago. And what's...
