The Letters For Those Left Behind

Cole's Letter

Three weeks later we sat on the floor of Amanda's room barren except for a computer on a desk in the corner. Cole held the letter from Amanda in his hands and her pillow rested in his lap.

"Ready?" he asked.

We nodded.

Cole,

Dear Cole Wilson how can I possibly say good-bye to you? You are my everything. You're the sun in this dark world. You're the ray of hope in a hopeless time. You're the sun coming to bring life to the plants and melt the cold, unforgiving snow. I think it's pretty obvious that I'm in love with you Cole. But I also know it's pretty obvious that you don't love me. It's a simple fact of life that makes me cry myself to sleep.

It took me years to realize that I loved you and when I did that was when you left for college. You were an adult I was a silly sophomore who didn't know anything about the world. Now I'm a silly senior who knows too much about the world. I can't tell you how horrible it is to realize the difference between me from two years ago and me today. It may not seem like it but that was a very sad day learning the difference and hating myself for becoming what I am today; a sad girl who doesn't know how to save herself. So she falls back onto the sun and hopes that it will save her like it saves humans and animals alike from freezing. But I also know that the sun can cause droughts and forest fires with it's intense heat. The sun may save lives, but the sun took this life.

I know it's a lot of metaphors and I know how much you hate those, but there's just something that tells me that you'll be able to handle these one. On the other hand I also know you never though of me as anything other than a little sister. I know it's stupid for a flower to fall in love with the sun. But the sun provides and cares for the flower without realizing it. Then one day the sun leaves and harsh winter weather and rain take it's place. And the next time the sun sees the flower, it's wilted and dead and there isn't a chance of saving it.

In this cahse you're the sun and I'm the flower.

Weve got amazing friends and I just want to know that you'll take care of them. Please. You're the oldest so it's your job to look out for them. It's always been your job to look out for us and I'd be heartbroken to know you feel down on the job even more than what I orginally thought.

-Amanda H. Rose

PS. I will not care how the sun burns me so. A simple flower like me cannot resist it's vibrant rays and will love it untill the day I am wilted and gone.

When Cole was doen I hugged him as he sobbed. Adam sighed and said, "We've got one last letter. Why don't we wait a bit before reading it."

We agreed.