Spirited Away To You

Chapter-45

I didn't want to open it. Still I did. It was written in the same cursive handwriting that was on the note William once left for me.

Except this looked an actual goodbye letter. It was a little wet from sitting in the window sill but nevertheless I opened it and read out the content.

'Dear Rose,

I still remember the first encounter we had when I realized you could see me. How happy I was to know there was someone who could see me. Feel me, and complete me. You're the first ever girl to make me feel the butterflies like the ones told in stories. You're the flower that blossomed my soul in nature. The one who gave me eternal bliss.'

I was shaking so bad and the tears blurred my sight. He must have left it before I came here.

'I know what I did is unforgivable, but I seek forgiveness from you. If you ever can, I can find my peace.

Whatever happens is for the better they say- I believe this is quite true. I couldn't give you the world and the love you deserve. I hope you find the one who makes you happy. You deserve the best 'cause you're the best.

Goodbye, my Flower. Just know that I love you and will always do. Will be Always with you.

Your friendly spirit,
William.

I opened the box and found one ring. It was William's. He must have taken my broken one. I cried more harder, not able to restrain myself to overcome the pain of realization. The realization that I could never be mad at him, never hate him.

That I loved him. So much.

                              ☆☆☆

My ankle was swollen like a puffer fish, minus the actual spikes, that wouldn't stop throbbing. But it got better over the weekend which was spent in self-loathing and sulking. The nightmares wouldn't stop whenever I would go to sleep and I would find myself waking up in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat and screaming but no words came out.

School was from tomorrow. But I had no intention of going, not to mention I forgot my school bag in Britney's house. I didn't have the courage to call her or go back to that house. I would kill to see him again.

I tried to stop feeling that way. My parents were gone. Because of him.

Uncle had checked on me a handful of times and it was weird but he seemed concerned. He informed Aunt Cherry was on her way to recovery and that Aunt Kelly would be back soon. I couldn't be happier. I needed to tell her everything. To get this off of my chest. She could probably help me.

The day strolled to an end but I still lingered like an stain that wouldn't go no matter how many times it was washed. The letter was crumpled with too many folds and words smeared by my tears. I missed him so much. I missed my parents so much. I was torn.

The guitar at the corner shimmered in the moonlight. I hastily got up and picked it up. Strumming a few times, I plunged it on the bed and stormed to my car. Everything seemed too overwhelming and torture. I needed to clear my head. Putting down the convertible I raced down the dark streets.

It was about an hour that I was still driving at a high speed when my phone rang up. Uncle’s name flashed up the screen. All too sudden, I heard a frantic horn blow but swivelled my car to the side just before it hit the car. My car swerved for some time before it skidded to a stop.

What just happened?

I quickly looked back and saw a Honda driving recklessly around, the driver being obviously drunk. I could have just be in an accident and-

My mind went back to what William said and something clicked. 'What ifs' about that night concluded while I smacked myself to even think something like that but there was a chance. I slowly drove back home.

"Abby?" Uncle asked pausing his football game.

"Yeah, it's me," I tried to compose myself but my voice broke.

"What's wrong?" He asked, worry evident in his voice as he quickly made his way to me, "I have seen, for the past few days you aren't being yourself-"

I just broke down and started sobbing like a kid, not being able to control myself.

"Hey, tell me dear, why are you crying?"

"I just miss mom and dad," I said sniffing in my sleeves, "I never really knew what happened that night and I feel s-so pathetic."

Moments passed by with Uncle caressing my head while I continued sobbing.

"Is that what you want? To find what happened that night?" Uncle asked after some time.

I looked at him through my teary eyes and saw Uncle Jeff for the first time to actually ask me what I wanted. I nodded despite the odds being very low.

"Then we gotta find about that night," he said and patted me on the head. I smile through my tears, my respect for Uncle raising up in my ranking.

I just had to make sure of something.