11/4/06: Hi guys! Sorry this is taking so long. I'm lagging behind! I know! I know! Its school! But hey! I got a B in math and now I'm getting a new phone! Yesssssss. Anyways here it goes!

11/19/06: Wow. I've been failing to update this. But no worries! No school for a whole week! Expect updates!

PS. Another reason I couldn't update for a while was because of Samahan! It was yesterday and Westview got second! Wahoo:)

11/20/06: I'm failing miserably haha.

May 6, 1997

Dear Devi,

Don't you think I forgot about you. Because I never can. No matter how hard I try. I just can't. So don't you dare think I forgot about you. I read over my last letter. Remembering everything I felt that night. And how much I wanted to know why you were crying. But then I would look at you and wouldn't care why you were crying, because it brought you closer to me. I remember I kept telling myself that once I worked up enough nerve I would ask you.

I never did work up enough nerve.

After I realized that, I also realized that I was writing a letter to you. Why am I writing letters to you? I'm never going to send them. You're never going to read them. Then what's the point? Well my dear, I've realized. I'm not truly being honest to you. I'm not just writing these for you. I'm writing them for me. So that, when I do eventually forget you, I will read these, and remember you. And remember the way you made me feel. The way you still make me feel.

My head is pounding as I finally open my eyes. Sun rays shine into my eyes. I move away from the light and back into a counter. It echoes from the contact. I look around, confused at my surroundings. Then it suddenly hits me. The bookstore, the rain, the blackout. The girl. Where is she? I look around frantically. Shes laying beside me. Her back is to me. Shes not moving. I don't think shes dead. I've seen a dead person (or two) before. Shes still breathing, her breathings irregular though. I think to turn her over, but decide against it. I peer over her shoulder, her eyes are closed. A small spasm runs through her body. Shes having a nightmare. I place my hand on her shoulder, her skin is a sickly pale. She lets out a gasp as her eyes shoot open. Her green eyes meet mine. Color starts to return to her face as her eyes still remain on me. They melt my cold heart. They're filled with anger, sadness, confusion. All I want to do is take away all her pain. But how can I when I ache myself? Her eyes are different than yesterday. They seem… bolder. I just need to hear her voice. It'll calm me. I just need her to say that she's OK. And that everything is OK. She inhales sharply.

"Maybe… you should go."

Her voice cracks slightly, the words burn holes into my chest. Her voice is different, its not as soft as it used to be. Is she changing? Dear whatever God is listening, please don't change her. Please don't tell me she just said that.

I'm not leaving you.

I felt like I screamed it, she didn't react to it. I tried again.

"I should go."
What?! That's not what I wanted to say!

She shakes her head as I stand up. She wanted this, she brought this upon her self. I was willing to stay as long as she wanted me too. I head towards the door, I'll be back to check on her. I hope that salesman is still alive, I'll just pound the shit out of him. The chimes hanging above the door sang and stopped once the door was shut, and I was on my way home. I look in the window once more, shes still on the floor.

"I'll be back."

I whisper against the glass. She turns her head to look, but by then I'm gone.

I pound my head against the crème colored walls. My hand is in a fist now, pounding against the wall also. What is wrong with me? Why do I care? So she took me in for a night! It's not like I have feelings for her. Do I? I grab my coat off the chair and head outside. Fresh air will help me think straight. I sit on the curb. My boots in the sewage water. My elbows are resting on my legs as I bury my face in my hands. I hear footsteps coming towards me. They seem to have stopped. I look up and see a familiar face. Her eyes are red and heavy.

"Devi."

I shoot up and look towards her. I am unsure of what to do. Shes looks so frail, as if I can break her with my words. She takes a hesitant step towards me and stops. She crashes her head against the crook of my neck. I feel her wrap her arms around my chest, bringing me closer. My arms stall to lock themselves around her, then they finally fold, my hand comforting her back. Her body shakes as if its going to fall to pieces. I tighten my grip. Her innocent face looks at me, as if shes asking if I'll keep her safe. My lips brush slightly against her cheek as I whisper in her ear,

"No ones ever going to hurt you again."

Shes comforted by the fact I knew what was on her mind. She settles back in the crook of my neck. I rock slightly trying to soothe her.

The sun begins to set as I walk back to the bookstore. She walks close to me, our footsteps in cadence. We haven't spoken a word since that afternoon. But that's just fine with me, the silence is bare able. As long as I'm in her presence. (God, have I listened to myself lately? I sound like a love struck puppy!)

I stop at the door, but she keeps walking. I cock my head to the side as she reaches out a hand. I look down at it, then wipe my hand on my pants first, then grab it. I can feel my hand moisten already. A few teenage kids walk past us, they're wearing black from head to toe. One looks at the other, they both look at us.

"What a lucky girl." One whispers.

The other says, "They look they're made for each other."

I want to correct them, and tell them we're just friends. But I do not. She rests her head on my shoulder as we come closer to a house. We walk up the walkway and I stop at the door. The door creaks open and she steps in. Her hand is still intertwined with mine. I let go, but she doesn't.

"Come inside," her voice is barely above a whisper, "I don't want to be alone tonight."

Neither do I.

She creeps into the bed sheets and settles in. She looks so peaceful, so beautiful. In moments shes fast asleep. I walk over to her bedside, trying to resist the urge to caress her innocent face. My hand reaches out towards her and I wipe away the hair that has fallen onto her face. I let out a deep breath. I could leave right now if I wanted. But I don't want to. I silently close the bedroom door and lean against it, taking in the fragrance of her. I stare deeply at her, then close my eyes. Imagining myself lying next to her once again.

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