Letters to Marie

Chapter 2- The First Letter

11/22/12

Marie's P.O.V.

The steam fills the air of my bathroom as I turn off my shower and wrap myself in a warm towel. My hair hits my back and bum as I walk out to my bedroom. My bedroom is mine. My safe haven, the thing that's mine, only mine and I can decorate how I want. Well I can decorate my entire flat how I want but I can't make other rooms vibrate colors and such, but my bedroom I can. 

White, turquoise and black.

The colors that surround me, keep me calm, sane, and relaxed.

I wipe my feet on the white carpet set just before my room from the bathroom before stepping onto the black wooden floor. I walk to the shaggy white carpet that covers most of the floor, and over to my closet. I walk into my closet and look around for my perfect outfit. Black leggings with white crosses, a white sweater, Steve Madden boots, and my favorite Steve Madden purse. I drop my towel and put on my outfit; I gather all my hair and put it to the front so it doesn't get my back wet. 

Back in my bathroom I pull out my hair dryer and dry my hair until it’s no longer wet. I take my favorite curling iron and curl all of my hair; you have to look good if you’re in the fashion industry. I am an assistant as well as I design clothes to, but I’m not famous all my designs aren't under my name but my employers. 

I finish my hair and look at my face in the mirror; I have to do my makeup. For makeup I only wear eye makeup, lip gloss, and a blush sometimes. I curl my eyelashes and apply my favorite L’Oreal mascara and Mac eye shadow lightly on my eyelid; I sweep a deep pink on my cheeks to go with my slightly tan skin and a Nars nude lip stick. 

I take one last look in the mirror and then slip on my boots and grab my purse, I throw my IPhone 5 into it and go out to my kitchen. A muffin is sitting on my counter and I take a bite of it and walk out to my front door to check the mail, I cringe at the cold and lift the lid up of my mail box that is attached to the wall. Five envelopes are inside and I take them all out. I close the door behind me and begin flipping through them.

"Bill, junk, work, invite, what’s this?" I talk out loud to myself as I flip through the letters, setting the rest aside and looking at the one with just my name written in pen on the envelope. I starred at the cursive letters Marie, which are neatly written on the front. I tear it open and unfold it.

Another world. There's your first clue to who I am, Marie. I was taking a walk and that's when I bumped into you, I found you on accident, and this is really cliché but it was love at first sight for me. I'm sure not for you as you barely acknowledged me. But let me tell you, you're breath taking, everything about you is just mesmerizing. Your hair is perfect, your face is gorgeous and for some reason I want you all to myself. Nobody compares to you. That was a little to straight forward wasn't it? I'm sorry, but I can't tell you who I am or well not just yet. In fear of you won't like or love me for me. Think of me as your secret admire. 

                                       Love,

                                             Your very secret admire. XX

What is this? Clue to find who? Someone has to be messing with me. I look at the watch on my wrist and my eyes quickly widen to the size of golf balls as I realize the time.

"Crap! I’m going to be late!" I shout throughout my flat to myself, I grab my purse through the letter into it and rush out the door. My boots touch the freshly fallen snow that I must have ignored when I came outside earlier. A small smile creeps across my face as I touch the snow with my fingers and began walking down the street to Starbucks. 

"Next!" The curly headed brunette that’s here every Friday calls out, I take a few steps forward and stop at the counter.

"Can I get two Caramel Brulée Latte's please?" I tell her my order one for me and my boss, taking my wallet out of my purse

"That'll be $6.50," She starts as I hand her the exact amount. "Name?" She continues

"Marie." 

Within three minutes my name is called and I take the Latte's and began my walk to work.

(*Way home from work*)

Another inch of snow covers the ground around London as I walk home, the sky darkens and I slip into a nearby book store. I go straight to the Romance section and begin looking at all the different books. Charlie St. Cloud I read in my mind and I remember the movie that had me crying almost throughout the whole thing. I grab the book and began looking at it when I feel like someone’s watching me, I take the book and buy it at the register then leave.

I stick it in my purse and began turning down streets trying to make my way home. I turn quickly onto my street and look behind me as I can't shake the feeling that someone’s following me. I watch as someone else turns the corner and I unlock my door quickly and get inside locking it up again behind me and shutting all my blinds. 

This letter is really getting to me. I escape the world by going into my room and I lie on my bed and pull out the book. I fling my shoes off and over near the closet and slowly drift to sleep reading my book.

Letter Writers P.O.V.

I walk into a nearby book store unnoticed and unrecognized, when I see her, again. She looks even better than the first time, I think she's wearing makeup this time. I think she looks perfect without it. I decide follow her and I didn't mean to scare her but I'm sure I did. I decide I shouldn't follow her but go write my next letter, so I walked back to my flat that’s not to far from hers.

Now I sit here and stare at another piece of blank paper that I've barely started, all it says is...

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