Sweet Memories(And More To Come)

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
Sarah gets a letter from her best friend, Mason.

Submitted: September 05, 2016

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Sarah came home from her daily run and checked the mailbox. There were nothing but bills. She grabbed the mail and walked inside her home. After grabbing a yogurt and changing into something more comfy, she looked through the mail. She saw that there was a letter from Mason, her best friend. They had been friends since they started school. She opened the letter.

Dear Sarah,

I appreciate your friendship but this can no longer be. It's hard for me to explain and definitely hard for you to understand. I wish you well.

-Mason?

"What?" she wondered.

Sarah automatically grabbed her coat and shoes. She walked out the door. She had many thoughts in her head. ?What was happening? What did he mean? What did she do wrong?

Sarah walked on to the porch of his house and rang the doorbell. She stood there waiting and watching the wind blow the leaves on the ground. A few minutes later, Mason opened the door. There was something different about the way he looked: sad eyes, he was slouched in his pajamas, and she knew something was "off".

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

"I got your letter," she explained.

Mason let Sarah inside the house. The house was empty and everything was in boxes. They sat in the kitchen.

"Hi," he said.

"Hi," she said.

"Why did you send me this letter; it broke my heart," she reached out for his hand.

"It hurt me as well," he sighed.

"Why did you write it?" she waited.

"I had to," his expression changed from sad to angry.

Mason walked away, unsure what to say. Sarah walked after him and found him sitting on the steps that led to the upstairs portion of the house. She sat down next to him. They sat there in silence for a few minutes.

?Mason, you're my best friend. You are the best person I know. It is because of this that I am not giving up on us without a fight.

I wish I could too.

"?You're moving?" she finally asked.

"Yes," he sighed.

"Why?" she was confused but was willing to listen.

"I'm no good for you," he clenched his fists.

"What are you talking about?" she asked.

"I am dangerous, and I must keep you safe," he said.

"How dangerous?" she joked.

"I'm serious!" he rose his voice.

"So am I," she said.

"Sarah-." he said.

"Don't," she got up and left.

Damn it!

Mason walked into the cold. He shivered. He walked off the porch and saw Sarah weeping harshly on her knees. He helped her up and they hugged. He stroked her soft hair.

"Macie," she sniffed.

"Macie" was Sarah's nickname for Mason.

When they met years ago, they talked during recess about their families, friends and favorite things. Sarah thought of something completely random. The question was: if you could change your name, what would it be and why? Her answer was: "Becca". She chose this name because she thought it was pretty. His answer was "Macie". He chose this name because it was the name of his miscarried sister.

"Sweet "Becca," he cooed.

"Why aren't you telling me why you don't want me in your life?" she asked.

"I do," he wept.

"Then stay," she pleaded.

He kissed her forehead then he walked away.

 

 

 

 

 


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