Epistle 35

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are you guys surprised or what

Dear Carolina,

Should I even keep writing? I mean, you lied. Well, not technically you, but you contributed to it. Where are you? I miss you, and now I feel like you're completely gone now. I'm speechless.

I sigh. What do I write now? I groan and place the paper down and wipe my face. I've got to find her. She's mine, and I'm hers. I hope.

Why wouldn't she tell me? I have actually tried reaching her through texting and calling, but she never responded. I settled on letters since nothing else worked. Officially nothing works at all, apparently. I grabbed all of my staionery objects and placed them in my bag. I might as well get coffee at the coffee shop if I'm searching for someone who's probably gone already.

The coffee shop was small and empty, thank goodness. I opened the door and instantly the aroma of coffee beans and cream filled my nostrils. I smiled for once in the past few days being here. The whole shop was mostly deserted, so I sat in the back and attempted to finish my letter.

Carolina, I'm scared. What if you left me? How could I know?

My number one question is-

“What would you like to order, sir?” The waitress asked me. I looked up from my paper and smiled at her. She didn't recognize me, which was good. I glanced at her name tag. Hannah.

“Yes, could I please order a cup of coffee with a cheese danish?” I ask. “Please, Hannah?” I smirk. She laughs and shakes her head.

“One cup of coffee and cheese danish coming right up...” She paused, probably trying to get me to say my name. “Niall.” I finish for her. She nods and scribbles it down on her notepad. She walks to the counter and disappears into the back.

-why you would leave me. We had history, for God's sakes. Are you just giving up on us? Or are you tired of being long distance from each other? You even told me that you'd be fine with it.

I guess that's another lie added to the list.

I just want to find you so you can tell me what's going on.

Hopefully,

Niall.

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