24 Letters

02 | BUMPING INTO YOU

02

b u m p i n g  i n t o  y o u

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Dear Crush,

It's me again. Emerald, incase you forgot.

I thought I could tell you about today because it has me excited and all giggly.

To be completely honest, I woke up upset today. I dreamt about him again. I know I hardly know you and spilling out things like this to you isn't the smartest thing but I will never send these so I can say all that I want to say.

Dream aside, I was upset and my overly happy parents didn't help. It's honesty hard to speak to them about anything. Maybe that's why they still don't accept that I was once a victim of rape. You probably think I'm a mess but I can assure you; I have friends to help me through everyday life. I wonder what your story is.

I saw you when I was at my locker today. I was laughing at something my best friend, Rhea, had said. Then a messy heap of dark hair walked past me, leaving me with a scent of peppermint and expensive cologne. I was a complete creep, and took in your scent as I watched you make your way to a locker that I'm guessing belongs to you considering you opened it and put your stuff inside.

You looked amazing. Dressed in khaki pants and a light blue polo to match, you radiated a sort of poise, sophistication and beauty that works for you. I'm guessing you weren't aware of the cold weather of Oakdale so that's why you left your arms exposed as you shivered.

Rhea had to tug my arm so I could move and head to class with her since the bell did no good. Apparently my mind likes to be stuck on you over going to class. I think it's safe to say I have a big crush on you.

On my way to class, I bumped into something as hard as a wall but with a familiar scent that I had previously been infatuated by. It was you. I bumped into you who you mumbled a quick 'crap' before helping me up then rushing to your class. Do you remember me? Bumping into me and helping me up. The contact made me blush but Rhea didn't even give me time to process the fact that my crush had just touched me.

But I had class so I pushed the thought of you aside and rushed to class as well. But you didn't hesitate to find your way back into my mind and for that, I can only smile because I don't mind.

But what's your name, Crush? I can only wonder from afar.

Love,
Emerald

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      TAKING A DEEP BREATH, I put the second letter down. I'm currently sitting by her hospital bed in silence and all that I can hear is the steady beeping of the machine she's connected to.

      I decided to read the letters to her. Maybe she'll wake up at the sound of the familiar words she once wrote.

      Her parents haven't showed up. According to the letter, she has parents but why can't they take time off whatever, to come and see their possibly dying daughter? It's disgusting that they can't even visit their daughter at a time like this.

      I turn to face her and examine her face. She has numerous cuts on her cheeks, forehead and also nose. But the freckles on her face are still evident. I smile at the way her lips are still pick and plump. Her lips were the only think I stared at last night. Now, kissing her isn't even on my mind. I just want to hear her speak.

      Her small frame stays unmoving as her curly hair stays spread out on the hospital pillow that I can only pray is comfortable enough for her. Her head is lucky unharmed so there might be no amnesia in her near future. But apparently she hit her head too hard. This all confuses me but all I do is hope that she wakes up.

      I slowly grab her cold, small hand and bring it close to my lips. I give it a small kiss and keep her hand in my hands.

      "Emerald," I start. "Please listen to my voice." I'm practically begging her as a single tear escapes my eye. "You need to wake up. My offer for coffee still stands so please don't do the equivalent of standing me up." I chuckle towards the end but it's a painful laugh that makes my heart hurt because I know she won't return it.

      For a while, I just hold her hand and let the machine be the only sound that fills the cold, white room. This can't be the end of a potential love story. I've only just talked to her. Met her. She can't leave now. Not before our love story even starts.

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