Lately, my mind was occupied by the sudden and heartbreaking news that I totally forgot about Alexander and how he had helped me find him. I haven't heard from him since the day he told me that Wes was dead and where I can find him. I never got the chance to properly thank him and now that the school is going to start soon I decided to visit him.Or rather surprise visit him. I felt guilty for shutting him down like that after helping me. He must have thought that I only talk to him because I needed him. Partially it was true but he became my friend as well to treat him like that. Even if he isn't my friend, I won't use him at my expense and ignore him after that. It wasn't me.
He did helped me a lot and if it wasn't for him, I wouldn't have known anything about Wes.
I've been moving farther from home since yesterday and when it was finally touchdown, I heave a breath of relief. It was a hell lot and long journey to the other side of the earth. I feel like puking any minute now.
Currently, I was on a cab to direct me to the address that was subjected to Alexander that I thought was Wes this whole time. I can't believe, it took him five months to actually respond and notify me that he isn't who I thought he is.
All of that because he was intrigue by my letters and read them like a story book unfolding every interesting page. Nosey indeed. But it never actually make me aggravated a lot. Maybe a little but not enough to hunt him down to commit murder at his house. Well the idea sounds appealing though.
Kidding, I actually wanted to thank him personally and apologize for being a bitch. It's like I ghost on him which was bad because at the short moment of knowing Alex, someone left him too and hit his heart like an eight wheeler truck leaving him broken and empty. That being said, I think I just fueled his vulnerability by ghosting on him. I'm not quite sure but that's why I was here to find out and even if not, I still wanted to apologize, give my regards and well, see him.
The cab jerk to a stop, meaning we have arrived. After paying the driver, I hop off the cab and slam shut the door. The sun has been set and the sky offers a beautiful shades of colors. It was almost dark but the sky was still beautiful and much beautiful at night.
I held my traveler bag behind my shoulders and yank it to adjust it's weight. I brought myself a couple of clothes and other necessities that I might need for this trip. I planned on staying for a week to maybe roam around this country. Another reason why I decided to fly off my state is to unwind. I needed some time of myself to probably have some peace of mind after those dreading months. Ignoring Alex is also another thing that bothers me so here I am standing at his doorstep.
I hesitantly held my hand and clench my fist aiming to knock at his door. But stop when I heard someone approaching the door where I was. I raised my confused eyebrows but as I realize it was a delivery man, I greeted him and ask him of it was supposed to be delivered at Alex's address. When he confirmed that it is ordered by Alex, I politely ask him if I could give it to him and pay for it as well. The guy didn't seem to mind so he agreed and left when I handed him the money with tip.
Clutching the paper bag takeout in my hand, I knock my free hand on the door and step back. Seconds after the door swung open and a ridiculously tall man with large pectoral muscles visibly from his tight shirt emerged from the dark abyss. My eyes was literally greeted by his chest since that's where it only levels my height.
I crane my neck upwards to allow me to take in his full appearance. A pair of dark eyes met my pale green ones and that I took a step back. Not because he was scary but because he was drop dead gorgeous. His face was on the edge with those sharp jawline, high cheekbones, pointed nose and pale pink full lips. My jaw must have hit the floor because the next thing happen his lips tug into a smile that reaches his eyes.
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one way letters
Short StoryDear Wes, You probably might not read this but I still wanted to send you these letters about how I missed you so damn much. So please, come back. Love, Serenity. ××××× a short story in a form of letters, at first. Enjoy!