Letter Five
Dear Will,
You finally held my hand.
To my relief, I didn't collapse.
It was in October when you convinced me to come trick or treating with your friends and your sister. I'd like to think that I would have said no, had it not been for your green eyes that seemed to get brighter whenever you wanted something done your way. I'd also like to think that I would have said no, had it not been for your cute smile and your velvety voice, trying to coax me out of my decision.
But I didn't say no, because you did in fact have beautiful green eyes, a cute smile and a velvety voice, all three aimed towards my heart. Well they hit the target, Will.
I bet you still remember that moment when I surrendered to you. Your eyes lit up (I did not think they could get brighter) and you had this smile on your face that said, I knew you were going to say yes, all along.
You held my hand during the actual trick or treating.
Don't you remember that one house we went to? The one that was the darkest and scariest of them all. There was that yellow tape placed strategically around the boundaries of the house and the cheap (but still scary) cloth ghosts hanging from the tree on the front yard. However the scariest part was when we rang the bell, expecting someone to open it and to our surprise (your surprise, my horror), two people dressed up as demonic creatures leaped at us, and I screamed for my life.
Then you laughed loudly, grabbed my hand and we ran out of there with your laughter echoing in the street and my scream still lingering in the air.
I didn't really notice that you had grabbed my hand until we slowed down. And when I did notice, I panicked, but luckily you didn't seem to take note of that.
What a rush, you said, not letting go of my hand and I simply nodded. When you held my hand, it was like there was fragile layer of glass that enclosed us in our own little world. And so, I was afraid to speak because I didn't want to break the glass. I liked being in our own little world.
You held my hand the rest of the way and strangely, I don't remember you ever letting go.
Yours truly,
Anna
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