Evangeline Lawrence has a secret. A big secret. One involving her birthday, the player, August Griffin, who's (almost) like a brother to her, and a kiss the night before he ran away. No one else knows about it, aside from August, of course, and Evan...
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Shock flows through me. He trusted me enough to tell me where he would be going. I know where he is!
Or, I know where he had gone two years ago. Who knows if he's is still there. And if he is, is he okay? Is he living on the streets or had he found an apartment. If he had found an apartment, can he play the rent? Maybe he can't and is about to be kicked out.
Maybe he is part of a traveling group. If so, there is almost no way I could find him. Or maybe he moved out of New York. Maybe he had a girlfriend and kids. Maybe he his married. Could he have forgotten us? Would his wife know about us, about me?
Maybe he changed his name or maybe he has a stage name. I mean, he probably did do something as I've looked up August Griffin online before and the only thing that pops up is the fact that he is missing. Or was missing.
I'm so confused. I know I should turn the letter into the police as a clue but the letter clearly states that it is for me only. Also there are some personal things in there that I'd rather the police don't find out about.
On the other hand, if I don't turn it in, what would I do with it? I mean, I can't leave it around anywhere because someone could find it and get mad at me for not turning it in. I can't just ignore a letter like this though.
And I definitely, under no circumstance can go to New York myself. No way. Also, even if I do go, which I won't, but if I did, there is no guarantee I would find him. New York City is a big place. The least he could have done was tell me 'Oh I'm in Queens' or 'Oh yeah, by the way, I meant Manhattan.' And even then, there are millions of people there.
Also, what do you even say to someone who told, well wrote, that they love you two years ago?! I mean, I'm not the same girl he left two years ago. I'm different with different friends and I'm more awkward in general. Plus, if that wasn't enough, I'm going to college next year and I still don't know how I am going to be what I want to be. I mean, not everyone survives in the theater business.
And what happens if "the city that never sleeps" is not New York? Then how would I find him?
"Angie, you done up there?" Shoot, I forgot what I was supposed to do. Oops.
"Almost, just got to clean up the bin I spilled."
I quickly stuff the letter into my bag and proceed to clean up.
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I toss and turn in my bed. It's past midnight, actually around one, and I still can't sleep. The words from the letter keep repeating themselves. They sound like they are being read to me in his low, calming, slightly cocky voice.
"The truth is Ann, I love you" "You and only you" "Forever"
He was promising things that he couldn't possibly know he could keep. I don't think I could stand it if I fell for him again and found out he was lying. Or leaving. Because he couldn't really mean all those things, could he?
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