Yours Truly, August Griffin

2: The Letter

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Pov: Evangeline

I forget that I am supposed to be organizing bin and slowly, carefully, I open the letter. Thanking a deep breath, I start to read.

Dear reader,
If you are not Ann, don't continue reading and give this to her as this is private and for her eyes only.

If, dear reader, you are Nathan than I'm sorry. You know what for and it's not for leaving although I am sorry for that too. Please give this to her. She does not know yet and I hope you will think it is only fair to tell her.

I pause my reading. What do I not  know that Nathan does? August said it wasn't running away. Besides, we all know he did that. I look back down at the letter.

And if you, reader, happen to be my Ann, than continue reading.

Dear Ann,

Maybe I should be calling you Evangeline now that I'm gone and (I'm guessing) we haven't talked in a while but I can't bring myself to. Now that I am actually writing this, I don't know what to write. I guess I'll start from the beginning, if there even is one. Ok... here goes... well, I guess my heart.

I remember the day Nathan and I became friends. It was in kindergarten. Rain was pouring down outside and my class, the teacher hadn't thought it would rain, was stuck outside with no keys. I thought we were going to die out there but then, your brother walked out of the bathroom. He saw as all, soaked to the bone, shivering out there and he went and opened the door. Two days later I saw him sitting inside the boy's bathroom, crying. I asked him why he was crying and he lifted his face. He had a black eye and I knew what had happened.

"You tried to kiss Ava, right?" I asked. He nodded and I said, "I did that too. Had a black eye for about a week and then I didn't. Soon it'll stop hurting, you see!" And just like that, we were friends.

That January I met you for the first time. You were just turning 4, I remember. It was you're birthday party and you were getting all the attention. I was a little jealous of you because it was my half birthday, but I keep it to myself. I'm glad I did.

Over the years, you became like a sister to me. My parents were 
always fighting, what with my father cheating and drinking and my mother's fuçking drugs, but you guys were always there. You, even when you were little, never asked me why I came into your house upset.

You would simply say, " August, hug me."

I always did. You had this way of taking away my sadness and making me feel wanted and you were the only one who really could do that.

Do you remember the time we went to the little café on W 68th street with the view of the Central Park? I do. It was a Monday around 1 and you had been getting hungry. We had gone often to New York and you were always begging me to go into one of the "cute" cafés. The second you got in there you looked so happy. Seeing that happiness, I always wondered why I didn't bring you there earlier.

I suppose now is the time to tell you something I've wanted to say for a while. God, I'm so damn nervous and I'm just  writing this! Still, I can't help but wonder what your reaction will be.

The truth is Ann, I love you. At first, just as a friend but as you got older, there were more things I noticed about you and the more protective I got over you. Finally, it got to the point where I was lying to myself. I loved you as more than a friend, more than a sister. I fell in love with you.