Slam! “What was that?” She peeks outside her door and notices the house is empty. “Hello?” she shouts. When no one answers back, she strolls downstairs and hears the car starting outside. Eli, Leona, and Navid drive off without a care in the world, leaving her abandoned. She feels like she’s back in the dream, alone. She hurriedly gets some food from the kitchen and takes it to her room. After eating breakfast in silence, she grabs a book to read so maybe she can escape reality for a while. To let in some much needed fresh air, she opens her window and notices an envelope on the little table sitting outside her door. The note is perfectly positioned underneath a black rock, and Amelia Lisette Waters is spelled out on the envelope.
“Where did this come from?” she whispers. She opens the envelope and pulls out a letter.
I’m not good at expressing myself in person, so forgive me, but writing down what I have to say is a lot easier. When I first saw you at the lake, I can’t you tell how many times my heart stopped while we conversed about practically nothing. All I know is that you’re the girl in the dream that I longed to be with. Something was keeping me away from you though, something powerful. I wanted to be near you but could never get close enough. I tried to tell myself it was all a dream and that the day we met must have been a strange coincidence. So I decided that I would show up at your party and prove to myself that the feelings I felt were nothing. Only I was wrong. The moment I sat across from you and looked into your eyes, I knew that this was real and that I couldn’t escape the strong emotions that rushed through me. That’s why I had to leave. I wanted to make myself fully available to you and only you. I’m not saying we have to jump into anything right away. I just want you to know that I need to understand what this all means, and that staying away from you is no longer an option. I want to be with you and will wait forever, if that’s what it takes.
Amelia stumbles back inside her room and falls onto her bed. The big, goofy smile on her face becomes a permanent fixture, even though it hurts like hell. She reads the letter two more times before she finally believes that what she’s reading is real and not a dream. Her heart has slowly started to heal from when he broke it the night before, and she’s elated that he actually feels the same as she. She wants to see him, but with no cell phone it will be impossible to get in touch with him. Plus, with the way she looks at the moment, she’s thankful he’s nowhere around. A bruised face and busted lip would be a heck of a thing to explain.