Chapter 1.6 (Claire)
As I reached for the fifth letter, I felt as though it was glowing and radiating with warmth. I wondered why, but I just wrote it off as me being too curious once again, as I always had been.
Dear Claire-Bear,
Wow, you’re six already, I can’t believe it. Time flies as they say. I’m sure that if you would be here, you’d be telling me not to call you Claire-bear, but guess what, that nickname is never going to grow old.
Anyway, another piece of information for you, although there’s a lot I cannot tell you yet, stuff that I wish to tell you in person, to see how you’ll react.
I thought that maybe I could tell you some more about La Push, so you’ll know where home is. La Push is a small community in the Washington. It is the home of the Quileute tribe and is located along the Quileute river. (Look it up on google you smartypants). The weather isn’t as nice as it is in Florida, but you never minded that when you lived here.
Do you know that you used to look up at the rain falling and reach up to your cheek when the first drops fell, amazed at how wetness could come out of the sky? It used to occupy you completely and you could stand in the rain for hours, if we would let you, of course, we didn’t, but nevertheless, you always liked rain. I hope that hasn’t changed though, because you won’t get a lot of sun if you decide to come to La Push.
All my love,
Quil
This was crazy, this man seemed to know more about me than I knew myself. He had all these memories of me, that I couldn’t even remember, but as soon as I read them, I knew it was true. And he was also dead on about me liking the rain so much. Whenever it rained in Florida, which wasn’t all that much, I would either make sure I was outside, or I would be in front of one of the large windows, with my cheek against the glass, looking out on the landscape laid in front of me, watching it change.
Wow, you’re six already, I can’t believe it. Time flies as they say. I’m sure that if you would be here, you’d be telling me not to call you Claire-bear, but guess what, that nickname is never going to grow old.
Anyway, another piece of information for you, although there’s a lot I cannot tell you yet, stuff that I wish to tell you in person, to see how you’ll react.
I thought that maybe I could tell you some more about La Push, so you’ll know where home is. La Push is a small community in the Washington. It is the home of the Quileute tribe and is located along the Quileute river. (Look it up on google you smartypants). The weather isn’t as nice as it is in Florida, but you never minded that when you lived here.
Do you know that you used to look up at the rain falling and reach up to your cheek when the first drops fell, amazed at how wetness could come out of the sky? It used to occupy you completely and you could stand in the rain for hours, if we would let you, of course, we didn’t, but nevertheless, you always liked rain. I hope that hasn’t changed though, because you won’t get a lot of sun if you decide to come to La Push.
All my love,
Quil
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1 decennium geledenWow.
1 decennium geledenWeer snel verder. Jou Engels leest zooooo lekker ^.^