[Ayden Cross]: 183.Vincent's letter

    Dear Eve,

It’s me, Vincent. Yeah, it’s not like me to do this, but I really needed to put down my feelings the right way. I guess they say it’s easier to say what you have to say if you write it down. So...here goes.

Last night, was one of the most horrible nights I’ve ever had. I didn’t sleep, I spent the entire night just staring at the ceiling, and looking out my window. Looking at the sky, how drab and melancholy it all seemed. I think it even rained, if that adds to the effect. But, that day, was the best day I’ve probably ever had. That sunny afternoon just spent with you underneath the old sycamore tree. I can’t ever remember speaking to someone that long. Or laughing that hard. The entire day went like that, just us talking about what we wanted to do when we got older, or what kinds of things we’ve experienced.

It would’ve been the perfect day, Eve. But...when we got to the gray bridge, you told me. You told me just a heart wrenching story about how you’re moving away. To a place you don’t even know, people you’ve never talked to, and a school where you don’t know what its like. It just ruined my day. My dream, of just being with you...

Yeah, I said it. I want to be with you. Just to be with you. Why does God hate us? He let us have that truly special day together. Something I’ve always wanted, every since I met you. That special day, only to just take it all away, in a mere five minutes. WHY? Can the fates be so cruel? Why does it have to be this way?

I remember how we met. We were in fifth grade, and I was all alone. No one would play with me, and I sat in the corner. Until...you. You came up beside me and told me I wasn’t going to have any fun sitting in the corner. That started it. I was too scared to tell you that secretly, I adored you.

I think...deep down, you do too. Or at least, I wanted you to. You’re the only one who I could trust, who I could love, and could be there to hold me. My parents...

Dad died when I was younger, so I really can’t blame him. But Mom...just wasn’t quite with the program. Sure, she’d care if I was sick, or injured, but there was something missing. She never told me things like, how to make friends, or how to get a girl to like you, or how to just be creative. I really wished she did.

I don’t think I could forgive myself if I left things the way they were. Just how things just fell and shattered into a thousand pieces. There was so much uncertainty with what had happened. I wanted to tell you before you left.


I wanted to tell you silly things, like you were so out of my league, it’s a miracle that you’d even want to speak to a guy like me. You’re so amazing, Eve. I love the way your hair shines and curls in ringlets. Your freckles just bring out your beauty even more. You’re my dark haired angel, y’know? I've been hoping for you my whole life. God really did weave together a splendid woman. But you’re so soft spoken, elegant, and strong. How did I come to be so lucky to stand in your presence?

        Eve, It was just...everything. I was so afraid of getting my heart broken...I scared myself into not getting what I wanted. It just hit me yesterday, that time doesn't wait for anyone. So now...I'm losing you. And regardless, my heart is breaking.

        Y'know, Eve...You were my first taste of what true happiness is like. The closest I've ever felt to Heaven. And, to have to have to go back to sorrow and loneliness...I don't know. When I think about what I'm losing, and what I won't have...To think, I'll have to spend the rest of my days without you. Your voice....What am I supposed to do, if I can't get over, or find out that you don't feel the same way?

It’s always like this, Eve. Every time the hero or heroine find the one that they love more than anything, something always happens. In this, you’re moving far away, we might not ever see one another ever again. That, right there would be too cruel for me to ever accept. Two star crossed lovers, it seems.

The great romantic tragedy. I’m not quite sure if I could compare those to our situation. I feel that stories and history can shove it if they think they can compare to the pain I feel. I can’t imagine how this was all part of God’s plan. It doesn’t make any sense.

Eve, I love you. I always will. I know that I’ll find you. Could take days, weeks, years, or decades. I don’t care. I will find you. I’m not scared to find you in twenty years, in front of all your friends, family, and whatever number of kids that you have and say, ‘I loved you back when we were kids, I loved you more than you could ever know, and I loved you more than anyone else who ever will.’

So, until that day comes, good bye. You’ll be too far gone when you read this to see me. So don’t say anything. Just don’t forget me, Eve.

Love,
Vincent.