To You, With Love
Author's Notes:This story would be a sequel (sort of) to Brown Eyes. Hope you like it.
Chapter 1: A Promise to Cherish
She looked at the necklace he was holding out to her. "I can't take this."
"Why not?" he asked her softly.
"This belonged to your mother! I can't possibly have it."
He smiled. "It belongs to you now." Before she could say another word, he had already placed it on her neck.
He placed a finger on her lips. "No buts." He dug through his pockets and took out another necklace exactly like hers. "My father saw a heart-shaped pendant and he cut the pendant into two, placed it in different chains and gave one half to my mother." He touched her cheek. "Do you know why?"
She shook her head.
"Because he wanted to give her a piece of his heart." He held her hand. "Just like I'm giving you mine."
Her eyes filled with tears. "You're leaving tomorrow."
"I know," he answered. "But I'll come back. I promise."
She gave him a watery smile. "I promise to take care of your heart."
"I know you will."
The pendant was a heart that was broken in two. One was with him, the other with her. And it would be their only reminder of each other.
And that was what happened, grandma. He gave me the necklace and the next day, he left. I did not see him off. I just couldn't do it.
Is it really hard, grandma? Loving someone so much that you just can't bear to lose him? If I had a choice, I don't want him to leave. He had to. And that's what's so hard to accept.
We've only been together for six months. And it's scary how much he had affected me that I can't remember what my life was like before he came along. It was like my life started when I met him and it ended the day he was gone.
Grandma, you might tell me that I'm too young to feel this way. I'm only sixteen, after all. There are still a lot of guys out there. A full life ahead that I should enjoy. I can't throw that away just because of him. Besides, I might never see him again.
I wish you were here, Grandma. That way, you can tell me what to do. It is so hard writing a letter when tears are filling your eyes. Because as much as I want to be like you, I'm not. I'm not as strong as you. I just can't accept the fact that maybe we weren't meant to be.
Even if I wished with all my heart we were.
He said he'd come back. I know better than that. Promises are made to be broken. A lot of things could happen. Life is tricky that way.
Sooner or later, we would move on. We would learn to forget. We would meet someone else. Someone…whom we would love forever.
And the promises we made that night would be just that- promises.
And by that time, we would mean nothing to each other.