Chapter 1.3 (Claire)
The next letter was dated exactly 13 years ago, the day of my third birthday. Craving more information, I started reading.
My dearest Claire,
Your parents have taken you away from me. They don’t understand and they left, taking you with them. With that, they’ve taken my heart with them too. But I’m not mad. I can’t blame them because I cannot explain them everything. I can, however, explain things to you.
They promised me I could tell you about me when you turned sixteen. So here it goes, my love, all secrets will have been laid out in front of you at the end of these fifteen letters. A sixteenth letter will be waiting for you here, at home, which is in La Push, no in that sun flooded paradise, Florida, which I assume will be home for you now.
I met you when you visited La Push at your Aunt Emily’s house, for the first time. You were a little toddler, cute as ever, with that Quileute skin, but with the lightest blue eyes I had ever seen. You were gorgeous then and I’m sure you’re even more gorgeous now.
That’s enough information for now, I’m sure you need some time to think things over.
All my love,
Quil
I put the letter in front of me, next to the other one I had already read. All kinds of question were raising in my head, making me wonder about the little information I was given. Aunt Emily? I didn’t have an aunt named Emily. La Push? I had no idea where that was and the last thing, what did he mean by Quileute skin? Wasn’t I just really tan? My Dad had a fair skin, much fairer than mine, but I had never wondered about that, until now.
Your parents have taken you away from me. They don’t understand and they left, taking you with them. With that, they’ve taken my heart with them too. But I’m not mad. I can’t blame them because I cannot explain them everything. I can, however, explain things to you.
They promised me I could tell you about me when you turned sixteen. So here it goes, my love, all secrets will have been laid out in front of you at the end of these fifteen letters. A sixteenth letter will be waiting for you here, at home, which is in La Push, no in that sun flooded paradise, Florida, which I assume will be home for you now.
I met you when you visited La Push at your Aunt Emily’s house, for the first time. You were a little toddler, cute as ever, with that Quileute skin, but with the lightest blue eyes I had ever seen. You were gorgeous then and I’m sure you’re even more gorgeous now.
That’s enough information for now, I’m sure you need some time to think things over.
All my love,
Quil
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