What We Do

by violetcracks

It was a week I hated with a passion only another eleven year old would understand. I always saw it as the one week out of the year I wouldn't see my best friend, and I dreaded it. Until you invited me to come. Drabble

9. Chapter 9

Sorry for another delay. I didn't have power for a few days due to the hurricane.

Age 19

Esme cries when she see's us this year because we haven't seen everyone since Christmas.

We bring Jasper and Charlotte, and it's obvious that Alice likes Jasper.

She's especially pleased when we tell her Jasper and Charlotte are twins, not a couple.

Emmett calls and says he can't make it and Esme cries again.

We lay out on the beach most days snuggled up together.

I write in my notebook and you take pictures.

You ask me what I'm writing about.

I peck your lips and tell you it's a poem.

You raise your eyebrow in a silent question. About what?

"Your eyes," I blush "and the way they speak without words."

We lock gazes and I read your eyes I love you, they say.

I hope you can read mine replying, I love you.

But I reinforce the statement with a kiss, just to make sure.

Esme cries again on the last day because it's Alice's last summer before college.

She's going to New York to follow her dreams, and we wouldn't want it any other way.

She probably won't make it next summer.

I tell you that maybe we can get her to come, if we bring Jasper again.

You grimace and I laugh.

She leaves threes days after we get back home.

You hug her the longest and make her promise to stay in touch.

"For mom's sake" you say when I know you're really saying "for my sake"

So she does