𝐔𝐍𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒

𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 : 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠

Christopher 's POV ::

It's like my mind is in shock when I read it. I had to read the lines over and over again to make sure it was real. I even touched the letters to see if the letters were written on the page. And fortunately, the letters she wrote were real.

But I thought of one more thing. What happens if she didn't really mean that? She could be just pranking me to see how stupid I am to believe her.

There's so much more that makes me doubt. I turn the page one more time. And I couldn't believe my eyes. It's a page ripped out from a journal of some sort. And there's a whole paragraph. About me. All in her handwriting.

Normally, I don't read long texts.

Though I read this one.

'I don't know why. But he's been stuck in my head forever. He's the only thing I think about. It's driving me insane. Everything minds me of him. In a good way, I guess. I don't think this is healthy. I shouldn't think about him this much. I hardly know anything about him. But that's what makes me think. Maybe I want to know more about him.'

That's all I could read before the text ended because she erased the rest of it.

I smile at the words she said.

I smile at her perfect handwriting.

I smile at her little doodles she drew on the side.

But there's this one thought that brings down everything.

'What will happen later?'

Millions of things could happen.

But I can't lose her. No hesitation.

Getting up from my chair, I exit my room to go back downstairs, my footsteps fast but quiet so I don't wake Flore up. Walking into the living room, I see Flore laying down on the couch and Marcello sitting on the ground with Evelyn, playing with her toys.

Marcello turns his head to my direction, and he sees me. "Oh, hello! These toys are cool." He says, "But can I show you my drawing I made in school earlier?" Marcello asks, excited. I nod my head, and he stands up, grabbing Flore's backpack from the couch, rummaging through it.

I sit down on the ground, leaning my head against the couch Flore's sleeping on. Evelyn sees me and shows a bright smile, making me chuckle. She tries to say something, but she messes up a bit. I chuckle softly.

"Here!" Marcello exclaims, shoving the paper in my face. "Do you like it?!" He urges, waiting for my comment.

"Mar-" I try to speak, but he cuts me off.

"Only Flore calls me that! Call me something different." Marcello huffs..

"Marcello, I need to see the full paper first. I only see a couple dots." I take the paper from his hands, and I examine it. It's a picture of a... Dog? Cow? Pig? Is the thing standing up? "This is a nice... Animal.." I squint my eyes at the paper, trying to see the picture he drew.

Marcello frowns. "It's not an animal.."

"What is it? I'm sure whatever it is, it's great-" I assure him, smiling.

"It's you!" Marcello answers, making my smile falter and my eyebrows raise. "It's you! See!" He starts pointing at my.. Face? "Look, those are your eyes, your nose, your eyebrows, your mouth. I drew everything!"

Someone laughs behind me, "That definitely looks like you." From behind me, Flore grabs the paper over my shoulder, looking at the paper too. "Good job, Mar. It looks amazing. It looks just like Christopher, right?" She then looks at me, giving me a pointed look. I couldn't resist those eyes-"