Beatrice
"What do you mean he isn't here!" I said. Why does everything keep getting worse. Where could he be?
"When got on the plane on different times. We didn't go in together. When we got off the plane, we couldn't find him." Drake eyed me warily. "Why are you here?"
I blushed. This is embarrassing. Everyone was in San Francisco because of me, but they left without me because I was too proud. Now, here I am, putting my feet back on the ground and totally humiliated.
"Mhm.." Drake said smirking. I hung my head. I was so mean. My heart kept telling me that I'll come back to New York, so I tried to prove it wrong. It didn't go too well.
"Hey.. Sweetie, you're back now.. That's all that matters." Emily said, hugging me.
"I'm sorry," I mumbled. "I'm so so so very sorry." My voice broke. But I wasn't going to cry. Not here.
"Hey.. Don't cry." Chelsea said brushing off my tears. Damn. Too late.
"I'm not crying." I said wiping my tears. Chelsea smirked. "That's the spirit, Beatrice!"
I tried for a laugh, but it sounded like a cross from a dying whale and a croak of a frog. I looked around the studio. So much has happened in just one summer. So much for keeping a secret. Going undercover isn't that nice.
But the thing is.. For a moment, I enjoyed living two lives at the same time. I really did. I just wish I didn't have to let go of my other identity.
And Logan... Where in the world is he? How dare he let me think he was here in New York when all that he's left me is a...
"Wait. The letter. Gosh, gosh. I forgot about it!" I said suddenly.
"What letter?" Drake asked me. I looked to him. He had bags under his eyes. They all did. I'm so stupid. I ruined their lives. I wish I just let my feelings go, then we wouldn't be in this situation.
"When Logan left, he gave me a letter. I haven't read it yet." I said fishing out the letter.
Dear Beatrice,
Ever since I met you, I haven't been the same. You changed my whole world. You're an angel who didn't know where heaven was. You're a dream I could never reach.
Sadly, we cannot be together. We'll end up destroying each other. I have to be the better person now, I have to let you go. I didn't realize that all you were doing was for my benefit. Now, I want you to have the upper hand.
Our time together has brought me happiness, as well as terrible sadness. There is nothing more I can say that could change the way I hurt you.
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Teen Fiction"This is my story. The one that broke my heart, pieced it back together, and shattered it once more. But none of that matters anymore. Because my rainy day has turned something sad into something beautiful." Beatrice Summers: she is what you would c...
