Chapter 16- What I've lost

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Chapter 16- What I’ve lost.

 

I winced as I cracked my eyes open.

My head was about to burst open.

The sunlight through my windows was enough to dampen my mood.

Oh great, it is already a bad day and the day hasn’t even begun yet!

I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth to remove the rancid taste out of my mouth.

I looked at myself in the mirror.

My eyes were bloodshot with dark circles around it.

How am I supposed to impress Diana like this?

Diana.

A soft sigh escaped my lips as I looked at her picture under my bed.

Her violet eyes looking at the sunrise and a soft small smile on her soft rosy lips.

I softly kept her picture underneath my bed.

My head was still pounding.

Why was I hung over?

What happened last night? I looked at my nightstand and saw a white envelope.

Christopher. It said.

I was hundred percent positive that those were Di’s handwriting.

Why had she written a letter to me?

I opened it. It read:

Christopher,

When you read this, I might not be in London.

Scratch that. I’m sure I won’t be there in London.

I’m so sorry if you felt that I used you.

I’m so sorry you had to go through all that.

It killed me to see you in the drunken state and I’m so sorry I caused all that.

I swear Chris, I did not use you. I did not.

My parents didn’t even ask me to tell your father about that proposition.

I had overheard it. I had overheard another thing too and I’m grateful that you told my father to respect me.

I appreciate that. I really do.

This letter would be the last letter in a while.

One day, after thirty or more years, when we meet again, I’m sure you would be very happy with your life.

I won’t come at your wedding as Anna and I had an argument and it would kill me to see you marrying someone else.

Listen, and listen very carefully.

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