BEAUTY FROM ASHES

NINETEEN

~Find someone and live in awe of them~
-Atticus

          MILEA'S POV

I decided to do something brave today.

I was currently sitting in my room on the floor and staring at my one box underneath my bed.

My hands are shaking, but I pull the box out from underneath my bed.

I stare at the name on top of the sealed box.

Matthew Jordans

I pull off the ducktape and stare at the contents inside. I unpack it slowly, as if it's as fragile as a newborn baby.

I place his jerseys down infront of me. I held up my favourite one. It still smelt just like him. Fresh mint. I feel a lump in my throat.

I then see all our photographs. I feel a fresh batch of tears welling up in my eyes as I look through them.

Then I saw it, our last photograph together. Before things changed, forever.

I clutch it close to my chest as I cry softly."I miss you Matthew."

I then see a bunch of envelopes. I furrow my eyebrows and wipe my tears. I pull out the envelopes.

Letters?

I pick up the letter with the number "1" written on it.

I'm not opening it here.

I quickly pack the other contents away and put the box underneath my bed again.

I throw on a hoodie and my converse and go downstairs. I put the letter in my hoodie pocket and walk downstairs.

My parents aren't home yet. I write a quick letter saying that I went for a walk.

I took a slow jog to a hill. I then run up the steps. I sit down on the green grass and sigh.

I allowed the cool crisp breeze to run through my hair.

I pulled out the letter with my shakey hands. I gently opened it.

Dear Milea

This was hard for me to write as I know it would hurt you to read it.

You probably saw a bunch of these envelopes. Well as I'm not sure how long I'm going to be around I decided to write you letters.

I have a letter for every special occasion in your life.
I'm always with you Mill, maybe not always in the physical sense. But I'm always here.

I know you're probably crying while reading this as you would only have found these letters if I wasn't physically with you anymore.

Mill, I want you to live your life as best you can.

Keep making your stupid jokes, or terrible puns. Keep doing your weird victory dance.

Most importantly, keep singing. Mill, you have such an angelic voice. Many times you sang me to sleep.

I will most definatly miss our duets and medlies. Music was the one thing that we shared. I will deeply cherish all the memories we've made.

I Love You

Lots of Love

-Matty

Here I am, crying my heart out and asking myself questions that will never be answered.

It's as if the realisation is heating me for the first time.

He's gone.

         AIDEN'S POV

I'm mad, so here I am running (again). But this time to my spot.

I sit down and tear open the letter as curiosity and hurt got the best of me.

Dear Aiden

I know I'm the last person you want to hear from. But I've been thinking about you.

I would really love to see you, but only when you're ready to see me of course.

You're probably all grown up and you look so handsome. Emily must be so big too. I miss you both.

I've recently just gotten married and I'm really happy Aiden. I cannot explain how genuinely happy I am.

But there's a part of me missing, it's you and Em.

I know I haven't told you this much but I love you buddy.

I really want to start over.

Here's my address and phone number.

24 Acorn street, Downstrought Avenue.

996 678 2346

-Dad

I stare at the letter in my hands. I have mixed emotions, I'm torn between how I'm supposed to feel compared to how I feel.

It's been years since I've heard from him. Now that he's reached out to me, part of me feels happy and relieved. Whereas the other part of me feels annoyed and to broken to accept it.

My thoughts was interrupted when I saw familiar brunette hair.

Milea.

I'm torn at the sight of her crying.

Should I go over there? Or does she want to be alone? Do I leave and pretend as if I haven't seen her? Or do I go and comfort her?

I weigh up all the odds and soon enough I find myself on my feet. I'm walking towards her.

As much as I want to turn around, I also want to comfort her and see what's up.

So that's what I do, I plop myself down right beside her.