Her Last Letter

Chapter 1 (Edited)

Chapter 1

Kyle

I was fifteen when I first met you.

You were in the school's parking lot with your friends, laughing about how Owen Parker's pants had a slight rip to them. It was rude and I was ready to step in before you turned and I saw your face.

I fell in love with you at one glance.

You didn't notice me, as I was standing behind a large tree, the branches shading your view of me. But I knew that even if you did see me, you would never accept me.

You and I come from different worlds, and you would never bother giving a minute of your time to look into mine.

Everyday, I watched you walk around the school as if you owned it. In a way, you did. You're popular, you're well known. You're the number one topic in any conversation. You're our school's basketball star. Everyone worshipped you and you basked in this glory. Girls desired to be seen by your side. Your friends all followed you, hoping to be the same. But they never were.

For months I watched you in the shadows, hoping that maybe, someday, you would see me. I gave up that thought quickly after understanding the social classes of this school and realizing which one you were part of and which one I was placed in. You would never notice someone as shy and quiet as me. But I wanted you to know that I existed.

I sent you notes everyday for one year, telling you how much you meant to me. Everyday when you opened your locker, you would find a small piece of paper, a message from me.

You threw away every letter I sent you, and I felt my heart crack every time you did. You would show your friends the letter, and together you would all laugh and talk about how it's just some crazy fan girl who's lost her mind. Even though you laughed at everything they said, I saw the curiosity in your eyes.

You searched for me. You tried, but after two weeks, you shrugged it off. But you still waited for my notes everyday. Many times in the morning, I would catch you staring at the entrance doors while you were outside. You wanted to find another message, and I knew it.

This school year arrived and you turned seventeen. You were in the year above me, but I still saw you in front of the school, always surrounded by your friends and classmates. And your current girlfriend. A knife pierced through my chest every time I saw you and her, but I endured it.

I continued to write to you, only much less frequently. You noticed, and there was frustration in your eyes whenever you opened your locker to discover nothing.

As this school year passed, my letters to you were less and less and you desired for more. You never expressed it, but you no longer threw away my messages nor did you speak or laugh about them to others. You kept them a secret.

You never bothered to search for me again, though you still anticipated my letters. All of your girlfriends would say that they wrote to you, but you knew they didn't. You still stayed with them though, and that's what hurts the most.

This month is over and summer is almost arriving. I know that you go to the park once a week to play basketball with your friends. I used to sit on a bench, a book in my hand, pretending to read. Secretly, I would watch you play and admire your skill and expertise. I've always dreamed of you and I together on that court, your hands over mine as you taught me how to play. Your lips next to my ear as you softly murmured words of advice and encouragement while you guided my fingers along the ball. Sadly, reality would ruin my dreams every time.