Love and Letters (Ari and Sebastian's Story)

6, The F

mber 3

along with my school things. I start piling them on top of each other, counting them as I do. A hundred and three books in different sizes, all pertaining to English literature. I wonder if I would be able to use them h

the thought of seeing them agai

ough I miss them, I even wish for them to secretly hope they w

. The red hair that I kept short as a kid is now darker and falls past my shoulders down to my waist. I also feel completely and ir

into the locked ornate box beside me. I'm currently on my fifth journal, which is also close to being used up, thanks to my incessant writing. Finally, I turn to my clothes, folding them and put

d start penning my latest entry, determined to recount every bit of my boring life, hoping the act itself can make it more i

f text before the waitress goes bac

ly at her, nod

es back to work. I slowly start eating, forcing the food down my throat

annoyed voice says

chill down my spine. I turn and stare,

ast

res have become, his cheeks no longer as chubby as I remember them. I always knew he was going to be handsome, just like I did our other friends. Their families...our families were known to have good genes, all children of actors and

dn't noticed my ogling (thank God),

Brad, as w

was the clown of the group, the one who always told the most annoying yet adorable jokes, and judging by the way he grins at Seb's scolding, I can immediately tell that

her." Brad is saying. The

time we all started having love lives. It became the bulk of our convers

ge where you look for another girl. Jesus, it's been th

Sometimes, it even takes a year. We were together for three years.

r you'll drown. I'm just concerned about you, you know. If you keep thinking about he

heir eyes on me and my cheeks heat. I try to keep my grip on my fork and continue to eat, thanking the gods that they hadn't recognized me. I don't think

here with them. I don't know if I could keep the t

yelp, presumably from Seb whacking him in the head for making a stranger uncomfortable. After that, they do not mention me anymo

e table, and with my heart in my throat, I dare t

the h

start looking at me again

stare at each other, unmoving. Before he recognizes me, I gather m senses and hastily put down my spoon and fork, clattering them on the plate ungracef

if I were a witness on a st

cal

t as I remember those eyes. I was about to open my door when I noti

left my di