Chapter 83: Chapter 83

My lips moved to my teeth as I bit my bottom lip. My eyes darted down to the letter, taking in the neat, bold handwriting. The letter was not that long. What was I even saying? Romeo had never been the type to write letters. He was never one for expressing his feelings through writing, or telling stories.

It was strange that he had chosen to write a letter now, instead of asking to meet in person. I guess he must have thought I would not have agreed to see him.

I cleared my throat, preparing to read the letter aloud. I had no idea why my heart was racing. It was just a letter, nothing more. Or was it?

I began to read:

° My Good Girl °

I miss you, and I can't stop thinking about you. I know it is crazy to say this, but I think I'm falling more in love with you now that we are apart. The more I try to escape these feelings, the deeper I fall.

Now, I regret breaking us up. We were almost perfect. We had something special, but I ruined it. I know I didn't do it on purpose, but that doesn't change the fact that I did it. I was just afraid of dragging you into the dark places of my life. You're too pure and good for that. You deserve better.

I need to apologize for all the hurtful things I said and did. I'm sorry, and this is coming from the bottom of my heart. I'm so sorry for losing my temper and shouting at you on Friday night. I hated myself for that. It is not an excuse, but I just couldn't deal with the fact that you didn't want to kiss me. I could not accept that you were no longer mine. It was hard to accept that I would not be able to touch you the way I wanted.

I am not even sure why I decided to write this letter. I figured you would not want to see me or talk to me right now. When I am with you in person, I don't know how to express myself. I find it really hard to be honest and open with you, especially when I look into your innocent, piercing eyes. Maybe, your eyes are my weakness.

I just want to be completely honest with you. I love you, Ivy, and I miss you terribly. I still want you to be mine. No matter what, my love for you will always be there.

°Romeo°

A single tear fell from my eye, and landed on his name at the bottom of the letter. I had not realized that I was crying, now it was too late to stop the tears from spilling over. I wiped my eyes, and placed the letter on the bedside table. I didn't want the letter to get wet from my tears.

I curled up on my queen-sized bed, resting my head against the headboard, and the words Romeo had written on the letter floated through my mind. Why hadn't he told me all of this before today? Why had he kept his feelings to himself? Why had he kept me in the dark for so long?

Now, I had led James on. He had been nothing but kind and caring, and he deserved better than this. Yes, I did like him, but deep down I knew that I had agreed to date him because I thought it would help me move on from Romeo. Because I thought Romeo was not in love with me anymore. I had just been using James as a distraction.

I covered my face with my hands, feeling like the most horrible person ever. I had been so stupid and unreasonable.

~ ROMEO ~

My phone sat on the couch next to me, and I could not stop looking at it, almost willing it to light up with a message. I had been receiving notifications from other people all day, but they were not who I was longing for. I wished it would be a message from the girl I had ever wanted more than anything in my life – Ivy.

I had left school after handling the envelope to Ivy. I didn't know what to do with myself. The stress of the day had been weighing on me, even though I didn't really do anything today. I even left school early. All I wanted was a message from Ivy – anything to let me know that she had read my letter. I just wanted to hear from her even if it was just a "hi". My anxiety was getting the best of me. I was so caught up in my thoughts that I didn't know what to do with myself. What was wrong with me?

"She has not texted you yet?" Jason's voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

I felt the couch dip as he sat down next to me.

"No use stressing yourself out," Jason uttered. "She might just not feel like texting right now,"

My hands tightened into fists. "I'm just worried. What if she hasn't even read the letter, because she is still mad at me?" I mumbled.

"You told me she loves reading, surely curiosity would get the best of her. She will surely – "

The doorbell rang, interrupting Jason. Neither of us moved to answer it, and before we knew it, the door swung open and Samantha breezed in.

Jason made a swift exit from the living room. He had never liked Samantha, and had never been shy showing it.

"You should have knocked first," I said. "It's just polite to wait for a response before coming in."

"Are you saying I am not welcome here anymore?" Samantha shot back, her eyebrows rising in disbelief.

I exhaled slowly and ran my hand through my hair. "That's not what I meant. I am not in the mood to deal with drama right now," I blurted out.

Samantha's gaze turned icy. "You think I am dramatic? Ivy and Joey humiliated me, and now you're doing the same thing," She uttered.

I sighed. "What did Ivy and Joey do?" I asked.

"They publicly humiliated me at the cafeteria, just because I accused Ivy of sleeping over at your place last Friday,"

Samantha's mouth fell open as soon as the words left her lips. It was clear that she hadn't meant to reveal that information.

"I didn't mean to say that. Actually, I heard it from a friend who saw you two leaving the party t…together." She stuttered, her voice trembling.

I could feel my fists clench as my temper flared. "You need to leave," I said gently.

"But - "

"Just leave," I said, my voice rising.

I couldn't even look at her. I was so angry that I couldn't even meet her eyes. What had gotten into her?

I didn't wait for a response. I just walked out of the living room, leaving her there.