Burnt Letters

IRIS

CHAPTER 1

It had been exactly a month since the accident, it had traumatised me so much I had to get some help. I felt so lost and my mind felt as if it was free falling. She was all I thought about and now that she's gone, I don't know how to respond with her non existence. Until I met someone new; Iris. I met her in Brooklyn recently on a field trip to clear my mind from all the horrors I've experienced in the past year. I felt the urge to start a brand new chapter with a fresh start. I needed to stop thinking about Charlotte, she was a piece of the past but in my head she was always on my mind making her my present and most likely, my future.

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I'm staying at Matt's apartment while I'm in Brooklyn. Matt and I have known each other since high school where we got into huge trouble for doing something we didn't do. That's where it kinda all started. Matt is a pretty easy going guy and had many girls chasing him, even some guys. As for me, I didn't know where I was going in life or where it would take me. Iris and I planned to meet up again at a popular night festival. Matt didn't have a car so I guess I had to take public transport. I love taking the train, it makes me feel so exotic. One moment where in a particular place and the next, where in another. Sitting in a cornered seat with a lived version of my favourite song playing in my ears and eyes roaming out the window, viewing all the magnificent views that Brooklyn had to give to tourists like myself. These were the moments I lived for. With the sun coming out from behind the buildings I had to look away from the window and inside the graffitied walled train. Looking at all the strangers surrounding me, it scared me a little. No one knew who I was and same goes for them, anything could happen at any moment. Analysing all of the breathing souls around me I started to get bored and look out the window again. The sun was about to die down for the moon to rise and have it's freedom. One day I wish to share something like this with someone I loved, like the sun did for the moon. The sun sacrificing it's existence just for the moon to rise and be surrounded by the beautiful stars. That is love.

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Walking though the entrance of the night fest, people began to stare at me like I was dinner. Maybe it was the way I dressed? I was just wearing long black jeans with a white short sleeved shirt followed by a black fedora and a black polaroid strapped around my neck. Did I look that good? I reached for my iPhone in my pocket to text Iris locations of where I was but hearing a loud laugh from the crowd instantly told me it belonged to Iris. I loved her laugh. It was loud yet calming to hear, when I die I want that the last thing to be ringing in my ears. I finally saw her and a ground of her friends as the crowd started to thinned out. She was wearing a tight crop top with denim shorts showing off her tan legs with a beautiful smile on her face. It was truly a beautiful sight to be witnessing.