Her Last Letter

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Sophia

I couldn't. I just couldn't do it. 

Being so close to Kyle was pure agony. 

Especially since he would never love me back.

Standing five feet away from Kyle for the first time almost had me fainting. For years I've stayed in the shadows, secretly watching him live his life and to suddenly be exposed into the open was... Nerve wracking. 

They were taking no notice of me for the first two minutes and right when I was going to walk away, Evelyn pulled me face first into their circle. With Kyle directly in front of me, where I could see him entirely. 

His eyes, oh those eyes. Those eyes have had me bewitched since I was fifteen. A stray tear escaped and slid down my cheek as I remembered how his gaze was solely on me. Not once did he avert his attention to something else. And for once, I let myself sink into the depths of those coffee eyes. Tonight, I noticed the tints of green that circled his irises. One small fact that I'll never be able to see again. So I captured the image and locked it safely away in my mind. Almost two years have passed and I still have the same dream of those eyes staring at me with nothing but love.

If only dreams could become a reality. 

Brushing my tears away with my fingertips, I willed myself to stop the moisture that was blurring my sight and pushed my legs faster. To run all my pain and sorrow off. I wanted to run across the world to remove the heartache and despair. 

But I knew I couldn't. I could run for months and my love for Kyle will always be there. Always. 

I set my gaze on the sidewalk but my mind was distracted by an image of Kyle. It was identical to what I saw less than ten minutes ago. A perfect picture of him. He had changed out of his uniform into a black T-shirt and dark blue basketball shorts, his sports bag slung over one shoulder. His dark brown hair was perfectly tousled, his bangs swept across his forehead. I longed to brush those locks away so I could see his alluring eyes more clearly. His lips curled in a half smile as he looked down at me. 

He was too charming for his own good.

Best of all, he seemed interested in me for once. I wanted to say captivated, but there was nothing captivating of me. His eyes were clouded with an expression when he held my gaze. I'm not sure what to call it. Sweet? Tender? Loving?

No. No. That's just your imagination, Sophia. I choked back a quiet sob.

Why? Why couldn't I have stayed there and had a proper conversation with him? He was willing to. I've become so timid, it's almost a disgrace to who I was. Now I'm wallowing in my own self-pity.

My phone vibrated in my pocket. I ignored it. I didn't want to talk to anyone. Right now was the time for me to mourn alone. There was no one who could take my sadness away.

Only Kyle could. Except he would never be here. 

My right arm raised instinctively and I pressed my mouth to the back of my hand. Where Kyle had kissed it minutes ago. 

For the one second his lips rested on my skin, I could feel his gentle touch. It was so light. For some reason, this small action had me falling harder in love with him. If I didn't leave sooner, I would have blown my entire cover. Though it was too late. Kyle knew. 

It was clear in his eyes. One moment, he was observing me in a daze-like manner and the next, there was a sudden awareness in his scrutiny. My eyes must have given it away. I sent him those letters.