Next day.
3 : 06 am
After a 13 hour flight I am finally where I should say, home. My parents were supposed to pick me up from the airport, but as always they most likely forgot I was visiting them. It's been approximately 2 years since I last saw Charlotte and I definitely miss her.
7 : 00 am
New York is big and busy, but nothing nothing like Japan. My parents are never going to pick me up so I get on a taxi and decide to visit Charlotte before I get to my parents house. She doesn't know I am back from Japan, I guess this will be a little surprise for both of us.
2 : 36 pm
As I arrive to her house memories of us fill my head. When we had our first kiss on her porch to first meeting her parents. As I get out of the taxi I ask the driver to wait for me since I don't plan staying for long. When I get out of the car, I spot Charlotte's goldielocks hair from the window.
I am standing in the front steps of her small house. I finally nock, and to my surprise she opens the door quickly as if she already knew who was behind the door. She is not alone, behind her I spit a beautiful girl behind her. Charlotte has a surprise look on her face but something tells me that nothing good will come out of those lips.
"When did you return from Japan?" she asks me.
With a knot on my throat I answer, "it's been so long Charlotte" "the letter, the letter brought me here. I do want to go 'far, far away with you'" I recall with cracked words what she told me on the letter.
"Mateo, I am so sorry but I don't know what are you talking about..." She moves out of the doorway for me to have a look at the beautiful brunette girl standing behind her, "...this is my girlfriend Angelica".
As those words fell out of her lips, the knot I had on my throat turned into tears. I have a lot of questions, I need a lot of answers but all I managed to say was "Goodbye Charlotte".
Who I've been writing to? Who has been answering my letters? I ask myself. Meanwhile I on my way to my parents house, I look for the letter I received on the mail by Charl-, I mean the anonymous person. When I look at the address written on the surface of the envelope, it's clearly I've been sending the letters to the wrong address. How stupid of me.
I ask the taxi driver to take me to one last destination.
YOU ARE READING
Letters from Japan
RomanceDo you believe in destiny? Mateo sends a love letter to the love of her life, Charlotte. But what he doesn't know is that the letters' destination would change his life.
