Letters to you

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L o v i n g   f r o m  a f a r

He saw her from his window. Her what use to be clear skin turned. The bags were clear from afar.

He knew he needed to help her but, he had no clue as to how.

His heart dropped as he saw the once innocent girl take the bud and go to her mouth. He put his large hands to the foggy window shaking his head, begging she wouldn't do it.

She didn't care. She was selfish, she didn't give a fuck if she died this day, this second. All that people brought her was pain, and hurt.

She lets out a long breath watching the smoke disappear into thin air. One second she was on her bed getting high to forget, the next she threw it out the window.

Daniel leaves his window seeing as she won't notice him boring his eyes at her and goes to his desk.

He releases a sigh grabbing a cutting a small card looking at the far side of the white table. It was a picture of him and Emmy at Disneyland, her hand on his chest and his on her waist, possessively. A smile slowly appears on his face but as soon as it's there, it disappears. It was the last day they were good, great in fact. Then he fucked it up.

He grabs a pen shakily writing his feelings down with the black ink. He soon orders his brother to get him some lilies and does as he did the day before.

He puts the small envelope into the bouquet, walks up to his once second home and sets them down.

His fingers hesitantly press the white button and run away. He looks at her mother grabs the flowers with a smile and closes the wooden door.

A sigh of relief leaves his mouth as he runs up his stairs to see if he can even get a glimpse of her.

Emily rests her head on her hand leaning on her bed.

"Emmy, you got flowers again." Her mother says with a smile.

It wasn't that she was happy for her daughter to get them, it was because when she opened the letter she saw some happiness appear on her face for the first time in a year.

"Send them back" She turns to the other side facing her wall looking out the window.

"Emmy, please, just read the letter." Emily harshly gets up snatching the white card and goes back to her position.

"Dinner will be ready soon." The only reply she gets is silence. No different from any other day.

The girl sits up slowly opening the card.

To my Emmy,

I don't understand some things you do now. What happened to the cherry girl who was obsessed with teen wolf, hated the thought of drugs and wanted to be a nurse growing up? Where is she? I miss her, so fucking much. I made a mistake that I can never take back but I wish I could.

I Love you.

Emily feels her eyes stinging. She was always a disappointment, and now she knew who. To the boy who shouldn't even be talking to her like this in the first place.

She angrily turns her head to the window that belongs to her lost lover, her eyes widen as she sees a glimpse of the ginger hair she would run her hands through every time they kissed, made love. It was her habit that was long forgotten.

She rips the small writing and throws it carelessly on the floor. She gets up rapidly and slams her curtains shut and returns to her bed staring at the wall as if it held all the answers as to why her life turned out to this.

A knock interrupts her."Emmy honey, someone is here to see you." Her father opens the door slowly looking at his daughter.

A groan leaves her lips, she slowly gets up and walks to the door with her father trailing behind her.

Her eyes widen as she feels light-headed "To--Tommy what are you doing here." She tries to find air.

"I'm so sorry Emmy, let's talk, please?"

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