"Love is just a game for some, for others love is life itself."
Dust particles clouded the air as Ronnie brushed off the dirt at the back of her Nana's old wardrobe. She smiled slightly as she rummaged through the outfits she used to wear, never was one to let old age get her down was Nana Barlow. She was going to be elegant till the day she died, and everyone knew it.
Ronnie fumbled around with carrier bags and shoe boxes, trying to clear things away but finding it desperately hard to part with anything that might mean something to her Nana. She pushed boxes to the side of the shelves, dodging out of the way as something old and dusty tumbled from above her.
Ronnie leant down to pick up the fallen object, sitting on the edge of the bed as she examined the object with interest. Using her hand to dust off the muck that had collected up, obviously from years of being kept hidden away, Ronnie unwrapped the ribbon that held a pile of letters, worn and well loved.
Each one was a white envelope, signed with the same eight words in black swirled writing.
'Dear Carla, I wrote you a love letter'
The letters were causing Ronnie a lot of curiosity, who had written her Nana love letters? What did they say?
She couldn't resist the urge any longer as she pulled her legs up underneath her and started to open the first letter. Just as she did, the bedroom door opened and Carla stood, leaning against the door frame, a fond smile adorning her barely aged face.
''See you've found me letters"
"Sorry Nana, I didn't mean to pry"
"Oh don't be silly love, I'm guessing you'll be wanting all the gossip?"
"Can you tell me about him Nanna? About the man that wrote the letters?"
"Oh it's quite a story.." Ronnie smiled as she settled down next to her Nanna and readied herself for what she knew would be a very interesting few hours.
"His name was Peter, Peter Barlow"
A/N Quite a short chapter, just wanted to know if you guys are interested. It's very Carter filled, but from a different angle. Please review.