BACK - 8

[EMMA]

"Babe, there's post for you." Diesel says as I walk into the kitchen.

It's been two days since I saw a blast from my past, also known as Issac, and stormed off.

I don't know why he has come back or why it took him five long years to make that decision. All I really know is that he's here, in the same town as me.

But of course, Diesel doesn't know that.

So when he called me at the store in the morning I saw Issac, I acted like nothing was wrong. The only thing was he kept questioning me to tell him.

I didn't like that.

The phone call almost ended in an argument when I composed myself and let it go.

Diesel gives me the letter and I furrow my eyebrows. The bills have been paid, the boutique documents have already arrived and I've replied to my monthly updates from grandma.

So what is this and why have they used such an old-fashioned way of contacting me in this day and age?

I walk into the living room and take a seat on the couch as I tear open the envelope. The letter is in fact addressed to me but it's not what I was expecting.

It's a letter from Issac.

Dear Emma,

                           You're probably wondering why I'm writing to you, but I have no other choice.

I saw you first at the tree house and you ignored me, I then went to your house in the evening (by following you home- I mean it in the most non stalker-ish way possible) and you shut the door in my face when I knocked.

I didn't want to camp outside your door like a psycho so I'm back at my hotel. Yes, I'm staying at a hotel.

Seeing as I have your address, I thought about writing to you so that I can try to get you to hear me out.

I'm not going to tell you via this letter why I left, because I know that is your number one question.

I want you to listen to me.

I'm back for a reason.

Love,

            Issac.

I stare at the letter as I think about why he's done this.

Because before he could say even a 'hello', I stormed off.

He's at a hotel? Why isn't he living somewhere cosier? My motherly side kicks in but before it grows more, I push it away.

I then read over the last line.

I'm back for a reason.

I debate with myself about whether or not I should give in.

No, I shouldn't. I can't go running to him the first chance I see him, I'm not his best friend or his girlfriend anymore. I don't have that right and neither does he. He didn't bother giving an explanation when he left so I shouldn't listen to him now.

My internal debate is cut short when Diesel walks in and asks, "What was it?"

I fold up the letter and put it back into the envelope as I reply, "Nothing, just some property adverts."

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Author's Note: Ooh, Emma. Why didn't you tell Diesel?

And Issac is writing letters to her! I find that so CUTE.