Letters to you

0.5 Daniel

M i s t a k e s

D a n i e l

M y h e a r t s t o p s watching her doing what she loved more than her own mother. Paint.

She was always skilled with matching colors and designing. She wanted to be a painter when she was older but now, things have changed.

"Honey." I look up at my mother watching her put a piece of her ginger hair behind her ear.

"Yeah, mom." Looking down at the new letter I put my hand over the writing.

"Have you gone to see her, Daniel?" A let out a heavy sigh rubbing my face with my free hand.

My mother has always adored me and Emily together and once she heard what happened she grew distant.

"No mom, I can't."

She purses her red glossy lips looking out the window to the girl I have lived next to for years.

"I miss her Daniel, her mother and I grew apart and-"

Rolling my eyes shaking my head I look away from her.

It's always about what she wants, she never cared for me or my brother. She was a gold digger before she had us mad left our father for someone better in her eyes.

She wanted me to marry Emily because she knew of her family's wealth.

"Can't do anything for you."

Her eyes harden as she tightens her fist at her side "Be like that Daniel, see what happens."

I scoff at her empty threat as she slams my door.

The only thing that I agree with her is that I miss her. I miss my Emmy.

I miss her soft kisses on my jawline, running her small hands through my ginger hair, running down my back as we made love. I need to see her or at least get a glimpse of her.

I turn my head to the window and gasp as I see she was already staring. Her mouth forms an O as her brown eyes widen.

She immediately stands up closing the material blocking us from view.

I look down at the letter with smeared writing from my hand.

I will talk to her. That is a promise.

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