If it makes it any better, sometimes, I think these two are secretly in love with each other or something; they just don’t know it yet, or maybe I’m a creepy shipper for the duo.
Anyways, I’ve basically told you everything; now it’s your turn.
Give me something soon, or I’ll stop answering back your calls.
Yours,
Evangeline
When I read this email, I couldn’t help the stupid smile that made its way to my face. My heart literally dropped when she so easily confessed that she missed me, and I was absolutely glad that I was not the only one hallucinating Evangeline’s presence in my house. It took me a while to get used to the fact that I’m all alone again. Don’t even get me started on the ‘yours, Evangeline’ part because just reading it made me feel something I couldn’t quiet put my hands on; all I know is that it was a good feeling.
A really good feeling.
If Evangeline was right about two things, though, they’re that, yes, even though I would never admit it out loud, her old fashioned choice of emailing is in fact cute. The second thing she was right about is that I did feel jealous when I spotted this guy’s name- Seth, but at least I know now that he has eyes on another woman.
Despite it taking me a while to respond back as I absolutely loathed typing or texting- whatever it is you want to call it, I did reply. Truth to be told, the first week she was gone is the week I spent doing absolutely nothing but feeling all wrecked up because of her abandonment, but ,of course, this is far from what I told her.
I didn’t want to lie to her, but I didn’t want to make her feel guilty over the fact that she left- at least, not after she seemed to be building a small life for herself. She didn’t sound as miserable as I did, hence I didn’t want to destroy that for her.
The last email I sent her was three days ago, and this is what I wrote to her:
Dear Evangeline,
It’s been so long, but I just hope you’re happy there.
I know that it’s been a while since I’ve last written to you, but I hope you know how sorry I am. It’s just that I got accepted to work in this company ‘Renishaw’, and even though it’s been only a few days, it’s already stealing a lot of my time. I really hope you’re not too mad; it’s just that I’ve been kind of bored recently.
Thanks to you, my relationship with my parents is now repaired. Ever since that night of your confrontation with your parents, my mom calls me every weekend asking me to visit them so that we can have dinner together. Even though things aren’t really like how they were when I was young, it’s still better than I could’ve ever imagined. My father asks for my help sometimes at the company, and he’s actually starting to treat me with some respect.
Adrien, though, spent a lot of his time avoiding me as much as I did to him. To my surprise, however, he showed up a week ago at my front door, asking if we could talk. I swear he was acting so strange, Evangeline; he kept shaking ever so slightly that I would’ve missed it if I wasn’t so attentive to him. His eyes were kind of bloodshot, and his skin was a strange shade of pale.
I’ve never seen him like this.
Guess what he even wanted?
Adrien walked into my house once I invited him in and did something I’d never thought he’d actually do: he pulled me in for a hug, and he started begging me to forgive him. One thing I’ve known about Adrien for as long as I can remember is that he never asks for forgiveness- let alone beg; he always said that he was too arrogant for that, but here he was. He even kept rambling it repeatedly like some kind of a mantra. Despite how I always dreamed for the day I see him like this, I didn’t know what to do. We kept talking for like two hours or so, and I can promise you that that was the longest conversation I’ve had with Adrien ever since I was nineteen. After slowly talking things out with him, he explained to me that he felt like he was suddenly given a wakeup call when he realized that he has no one by his side. It suddenly dawned upon him that he’ll die ‘alone and unloved’, and he promised me that he’ll change because the idea of no one showing up at his funeral frightened him. I told him that I’ll give him a chance because even though he drove over my life with his car intentionally and even though he stabbed me in the back too many times, he’s still my brother, and it kind of killed me to see him like this. Reading this choice I made, I hope you really get me, and I know that I may be dreaming for the impossible, but I really hope that one day you’ll offer him a second chance too.
Now comes the tough part because Lexi asked me to tell you this. Take a deep breath, please and try not to kill her for not immediately telling you this: Lexi and Trevor are dating. Yes, Lexi- your best friend, and, yes, Trevor- your brother. Just don’t hate her because believe me when I say that she had her reasons. Other than the fact that she felt that it would’ve been extremely awkward to tell you that she’s dating your brother, she felt even weirder
