Letters from Japan

New York

A week later.
Mateo's POV:

8 : 25 pm
Charlotte hasn't mentioned me anything about the letter I sent her, of course, apart from us not talking for the moment. Things haven't been easy between us, we got into an argument and we decided to take a break. At this point I am scared of where things can head. 

Next Day. December 20.

7:50 am
Christmas is just around the corner and I am planning on spending it on New York with my parents like every other year. I booked a plane ticket for tomorrow morning. I haven't packed a thing and that basically explains how excited I am to return the big city of New York.
My life is a mess at the moment, haven't taken out the trash in the longest, my bed is unmade, papers all over the floor and my mail scattered all over my coffee table... wait. I notice an unusual small envelope in between all the others. I take the letter in my hands and glide my finger over the smudged ink on the outer of the envelope. Doesn't say from who or where is it sent from, but my name and address are written with red ink.
I opened the envelope slowly and delicately. To my surprise there is a handwritten letter on the inside. It's written in cursive with black ink and it goes like this...

Dear Mateo,
'Im a couple hundred miles away from Japan', but that doesn't stop me from thinking of you, your words. Are you a poet? Or just an average person in love? You made me believe in love again.
Vámonos lejos, vámonos muy lejos con nuestras palabras y nuestro corazón.

As I read those words, they gave me hope. Hope in that Charlotte and I will become one again. Charlotte still believes in us and so will I.

6 : 34 am
I found myself in deep sleep at the edge of my couch with the letter wrapped inside my hands. The sun is glaring through my window curtains and hitting on my pale face. It's the next day, my flight leaves in 6 hours and my luggage is still empty.