Things were finally looking up, but it didn't take long for everything to come crashing right back down again. Now, Scarlett feels like her life is spiraling out of control. One aspect of her life after another keeps getting flipped completely upsid...
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Letty raises a shaky hand and knocks on the backdoor to the Matthews' house, seeing that it's only Mrs. Matthews sitting at the kitchen table. The older woman walks over and opens the door, offering for Letty to come inside and get out of the cold December air.
"I really don't think I should come inside. I went to Turner for this a few weeks ago, but he said that he couldn't help me. He thought that I should come to you." The teenager tells her.
"Alright. Let's sit out here." She motions out to the patio, and Letty sits on the step that leads up to the higher level that surrounds the large tree outside the boys' bedroom window; she doesn't want to sit on the bench after the disaster that happened last time. "Am I finally gonna get the story of why you and Eric aren't together anymore?"
"He hasn't told you?" Letty asks as Mrs. Matthews sits down beside her.
"He never even told us that you two broke up. We put it together ourselves because he's been moping around more than he was over the Summer, and you stopped coming to see him. You looked so sad that day you came to drop off his sweater." She says, and the younger girl scoffs.
"I didn't even want to give it back, I was bringing it as an excuse to see him... Then I couldn't work up the nerve to actually walk to the door." She admits. "I was getting ready to leave when you found me."
"I don't understand, sweetheart. What happened?"
"Eric told me that he loved me, and I couldn't say it back." Letty says, and her expression saddens. "I didn't... I don't know how to say it. I don't know what it feels like."
"You don't know what what feels like?" Mrs. Matthews asks, and the teenager tells her everything that she already told Mr. Turner a month ago. She has such a hard time with every aspect of this conversation, it's hard to even admit out loud.
"What do you feel when you think about Mr. Matthews? I mean, you know what love is, tell me what it feels like." Letty practically begs as she looks at her.
"I think the better question is — what do you feel when you think about Eric?"
"Happy, mostly. It always made me smile whenever he hugged me, or when he held my hand, or let me use one of his sweaters. And his smile always made me smile." She tells her. "Whenever anything was wrong or if I were scared, I'd always run here...straight to Eric. He didn't even have to try, he just made things better, like I was suddenly safe just because he was there with me. I trusted... I trust him more than I have ever trusted anyone. Even after he became my boyfriend, he never stopped being my best friend...and I don't know what to do without him.
