Riley Matthew's stood in front of the door that housed one of her greatest loves. Looking down at the box in her hands she closed her eyes taking a large breath. "Here goes nothing," she mumbled, lifting her shaking hand to knock on the door.
Noises could be heard on the other side of the door, and a few moments later the door swung open. Riley pursed her lips looking at the ground briefly. His eyes sparkled with surprise as he ran a hand through his disheveled hair. "Hi." she spoke quietly, finally looking up. "Can I come in? I won't be long, I've got a plane to catch."
He nodded, pushing the door open slightly allowing her to walk into the apartment. It had been ages since she had been in his apartment. She noticed it was much cleaner than it used to be, everything was neat and tidy and totally unlike him. She made her way towards the gray couch and sat down, fiddling with the box. He eyed her curiously, waiting for her to say something.
"Look Lucas, last night I said some things I didn't mean." She began, looking up into his green eyes. "I was angry and hurt and… what you said just pissed me off even more. And I went home last night and I realized that I was mostly mad because I knew you were right. I haven't let go of you Lucas. Not completely… But I have too."
She glanced down at the box; her two tan hands were gripping it firmly. "This box has been sitting in my closet for a very long time. But I can't have this ghost in my closet anymore; I can't have you in my closet. I was going to throw it away, but you know me, I never really could let things go. There are 87 letters in here, Lucas. They're all addressed to you. You can do what you want with them, burn them or read them or whatever. They're yours now."
She placed the box on the couch in front of him, his eyes drifting from her to the box and back to her. "This is me moving on. This is me finally letting go… I'm sorry it took so long."
He opened his mouth to say something, but closed it almost immediately after. He sucked his bottom lip in between his teeth; a habit Riley knew he did almost always when he was thinking. She looked down at her phone and realized it was getting late.
"I'm going to head out. Don't want to miss my flight." She said standing up for the couch. He remained silent staring at the box. She understood. She had just bombarded him with a box of stupid letters in an act to prove that she was finally letting go. Although it felt like a weight had been lifted off her chest, it also felt like she was leaving a part of herself behind. A part that she had been holding on to for so long.
She walked to the door, stopping when she heard him call her name. "Riles, I…" He trailed off, as if his words had been swallowed into a black hole.
"I know." She replied simply, giving him a sad smile. "Goodbye, Lucas."