It was winter vacation and Allie packed her bags to leave Sarah Lawrence for a few weeks and return to her family in Charleston. The trip was long and tiring but when Allie pulled up to her parents mansion, she was instantly shot into a fit of excitement. Things were going great at school, she was studying art and during the war she had voluterred as a nurse. She kept in touch with Miles, though he wanted more, while she was away at school, they agreed to just be friends. She automatically thought of calling him when she got into the house and maybe getting some coffee with him.
She paid the taxi driver and grabbed her bags, practically running down the dirt driveway to the front door. She went to open the door and saw that it was locked. She rolled her eyes and at that moment she noticed that her parents car wasn't parked in the driveway. She smiled a little at the thought that they would be shocked to find her home when they returned. She shook her head and walked behind the house to the side door, which was always left open.
And at night, I still cry. Would it be foolish, if I asked you why?
She walked into her parents home and immediately smelt the fresh flowers that the maids must have just picked from the garden. Night Jasmine. She smiled at the memories of this house. Allie quickly went up the stairs, calling for a response from her mother or anyone working about the house. She was rewarded with nothing. She walked into her parents room and looked about. The bed was made and the curtains drawn.
Allie slightly frowned at her parents absense and then decided to call Miles. She sat down on her parents bed and reached for the telephone that sat on the night stand. She knocked over one of her mothers silver rings and it rolled underneath the bed. Allie rolled her eyes and hung the phone up back on the reciever. She got down on her hands and knees and reached for the ring underneath the bed. As she reached, her hand bumped a tin box. Allie grabbed it and pulled it out from the dark. She looked at the deisgn on the box, a fair.
She carefully opened the box and looked in awe of the contents. Hundreds of letters addressed to her from Noah. During all those years of silence she now learned that it was her mothers distain for Noah that still kept them apart, not that he didn't write to her. Carefully, Allie picked up a letter and read it to herself.
My Dearest Allie,
I couldn't sleep last night because I know that it's over between us. I'm not bitter any more, because I know that what we had was real. And if in some distant place in the future we see each other in our new lives, I'll smile at you with joy and remember how we spent the summer beneath the trees, learning from each other and growing in love. The best love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more, that plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds, and that's what you've given me. That's what I hope to give to you forever. I love you. I'll be seeing you.
Noah
Allie cried. She resented her mother for keeping Noah from her all these years. She had to do something, to get in touch with Noah somehow. She reached again for the phone, completely forgetting about her mothers ring. She dialed the operator and asked for the number of Noah Calhoun, in the town of Seabrook. The operator let it ring four times before coming back to exclaim that there was no answer.
Allie sat on the floor in her mothers room, practically hyperventalating. She picked up the phone again and called for a cab.
And no, I didn't want to break this. I'm so sorry; I'll live my life regretless.
She had to see Noah, to tell him that she didn't mean anything that she had said that night. Also, that she still loved him and wanted to be with him. Even after all these years. She picked up her suitcases from the front porch and waited for the taxi.
She thought about how much her life would have been different if she had gotten those letters when she was supposed to. Then she thought of Miles as the wind blew her auburn hair to the side.
And I don't care what they'll say. Cuz I know with you, not him, that I'm okay.
Fifteen minutes later a taxi pulled up. The driver walked out and helped her get her things into the trunk. As Allie stepped into the back seat, the taxi driver spoke.
"Where to, Miss?" He asked politely. Allie was quiet for only a moment and then looked up at the driver.
"Seabrook, please." She said with a southern accent. He nodded and started the ignition and drove off. Allie was nervous, practically shaking. Which she thought was absurd since she wouldn't be at Seabrook for another few hours.
Please take my hands, I know this sounds clique. But ill apologize again, I'm sorry it worked out that way.
