I need to show Jacob the letters. I grabbed my favorite one (Valentine's day one) and ran down stairs. "Look! I'm not 15. Your supposed to be dead and I'm married and I have a little girl named Erica." I say passing him the letter. He read it and looked at me.
Dream over
I opened my eyes and looked around. A dream or real life? I thought to myself. I got up and realised I fell asleep on the couch. I walked around. "Connor?" I yelled. "I'm up here!!" I heard him respond. Okay it was a dream. He came downstairs. "You okay?" He asked me walking over to me. "Yea I just....." should I tell him about jacob? I thought to myself. "I had a dream about someone....special in my life who passed away at age 16. They cane to life and I was 15 and yea." I said looking at the ground.
*FLASH BACK*
"Halle you can't mope around all day!" Kaylee said to me as I lay in my bed crying. "He died yesterday Kaylees. Healing takes time." I said looking at her. "Were going out." She said going through my closet. "Here!" She said throwing me an outfit. A short pink dress. It stopped at my knees. I put it in and curled my hair. I put a pink little beanie on with a little makeup too. "Where are we going?" I asked hopping in her car. (Were 16) "the carnival!" She said. When we get there we get food and sit and take in our surroundings. Suddenly a rowdy group of boys came running passed us.
*FLASH BACK OVER*
I smiled remembering the day I met the boys. It was the best day ever. "Halle, was the person your old boyfriend?" Connor asked. It was silent. "Yes." I finally said. "He died the day before we met at the carnival".
YOU ARE READING
Letters From a Soilder (RIP prt2)
Romance(This is part two to my other book R.I.P (a Sam Pottorff fanfic) you must read that first for this to make sense) He is off at war and I am left with the guys and my 5 year old daughter Erica. we write everyday with no fail. this is my story.
