Letter Four
Dear Will,
You asked me to come over and help you with your English assignment, one week after you said my name.
I was sitting on my bed when my cell phone started to ring and I almost jumped out of surprise because I don't have an abundance of friends and getting a phone call from anyone other than my parents is unlikely and rare.
Nevertheless, I picked up and I was glad I did. My name was the first word you said and so I instantly knew it was you. I paced while you explained your problems to me over the phone and I wondered if you thought about me in your spare time. I absentmindedly started doodling your name on the corner of my sheet while talking to you and then blushed when I realized what I had done.
I laid on my bed, then on my bedroom floor. My legs were up in the air and then they were down. I stared at my short nails and pictured your pretty face. I twirled my hair and played with my earring. I placed my hand on my thigh and imagined it was yours, but then even though you weren't in the room, I felt embarrassed so I quickly removed it.
You asked if I was free the next Friday and I pretended to think, because I didn't want to seem too eager. Even though I was bursting with joy and would gladly cancel any plans I may have made.
A study date, is what you called it.
You and me, alone in your house?
A suicide mission, is what I called it. (Secretly, of course)
Yours truly,
Anna
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Yours truly, Anna
Conto"Dear Will, I love you. But you already knew that, didn't you?" Anna and Will. Will and Anna. That's how she thought it would always be. That's how she wanted it to always be. But life is unfair and love is unfair and sometimes things happen and so...
