Summary: Chandler has a secret admirer. Someone who seems to be leaving him mysterious love letters. Who seems to be always hidden in the dark shadows watching him, waiting for the chance to say how she really feels. But the one question is: Who could she be?
Disclaimer: I don't own 7th Heaven. Ok?
A/N: The reason I'm writing this is because I'm stuck on all my other stories. And this is the only idea swimming in my head.
Setting: Season 8.
NOTE: I'm trying to add more description andor detail to my writing so please spare me.
Chapter 1: The Shadow Girl
There she stood outside his office, waiting to make her move.
She was young. About her early 20s. And very pretty.
She had long flowing blonde hair, sky blue eyes, and a glowing peach complexion.
She held an envelope in her hand. It was pink and had roses lined along the back, it smelt of flower fresh perfume.
She never wore perfume; she thought it was too girly. But that was the point. It would hide her identity from him.
She didn't want him to know who she was, not yet at least.
All she wanted him to know is that he was loved deeply by her. So deeply, that not even the deepest, darkest depths of the ocean could be deeper than the hole in her heart that yearned for him.
She sighed quietly to herself so he wouldn't hear. This is what she was reduced to. A girl quietly standing outside a door just to catch a glimpse at the man she loved.
But in her mind, she knew she couldn't have him. Because he was dating Paris Petrowski, a woman way too old for him.
He needed someone more his own age. Like her. She wished she could have him.
But she couldn't.
A small tear fell from her eye onto the floor, leaving a small wet spot on the carpet.
Chandler Hampton, the one man she loved, but she knew she couldn't have.
She wished she could have him.
She wanted to be with him, but he would never want to be with her.
Why can't we all ever have the things we want?
That question had been on her mind for years.
An example of it was, she wanted Chandler, but she couldn't have him.
She decided the time was right. She dropped the envelope on the floor.
She ran out of the church, hoping Chandler would hear her small footsteps.
He heard them.
Chandler placed the book he was reading down. He had heard a noise, something like footsteps.
He looked around him. No one but himself was there. But he noticed something on the floor.
It was an envelope. A pink one. He picked it up. It had his name on it.
The envelope was pink, with roses along the back, it smelled like flowery perfume.
He opened it. He unfolded the paper. It was also pink, with a white lacy border. It read:
Dear Chandler,
You may not know who I am. But I know who you are.
In fact, I think I'm deeply in love with you. Wait, I know I'm deeply in love with you.
I don't have the guts to tell you in person. So I'll let you figure it out yourself. Here are three hints:
I go to your church.
I'm around you a lot.
I'm sure you know me.
Those weren't good, I know. But I don't wanna give away my identity to you. You must figure it out on your own.
I love you with all of my heart. Please find out who I am.
With love,
Your Secret Admirer
He folded the letter, and placed it into the envelope.
Hew put the envelope in his pocket.
"Weird, very weird." He said to himself.
x x x
Lizzie Kinkirk was walking down the street. When something caught her eye.
It was the last person she ever expected to see ever to come out of the church.
And there she was. Coming out of the church.
It was Saturday. Not Sunday. Why would she be there?
Odd. Very, very odd.
She was very curious of why she was there.
Strange, it was all too strange.
What was she doing there on a Saturday?
She was up to something. Something sneaky. Something very sneaky.
But the question was what?
And why...?
End Of Chapter 1