Prologue

Rosie's POV

"Wait, so are you telling me that-"

He cut me off and nodded, and then dropped his head with shame. I knew straightaway that he was playing with his fingers, a habit he had for whenever he was nervous.

"Say something"

He pleads. I just stare at him, I don't know what to say or do.

My parents used to love Chris, but after this, I don't know what they would feel towards hum. Hatred? Anger? Loathe?

I love Chris. I really do, and it isn't his fault but what would my parents say after this. Would they make me break up with him? And if I don't, would they send me away? Try and get a restraining order on him?

It isn't his fault but still, my parents aren't usually as open minded when it comes to people outside our family. They might understand, but I can't be too sure.

I lean into Chris's hand as he places his hand on my face. I love him. I love everything of him. I don't think I will be able to live without him.

His perfect personality. His perfect eyes. His perfect smile. Everything about him is perfect. And I am so grateful to have him as my boyfriend, soon to be fiancé.

He hasn't actually proposed yet, but I have a feeling he will son. We have been dating for nearly four years now and we have started talking about it.

"Rose"

I look up into his eyes, which were rapidly searching for my answer in my eyes.

"I don't know what to say. I love you and I will do anything to be with you but I don't know how my parents will react"

I feel the urge to start crying.

"What if they say something like I have to choose between you and them. I can't loose either of you. Especially when my mum already tried killing herself when I was a baby"

I start to full out cry, making Chris pull me into a hug, and whisper soothing words in my ear.

I don't actually remember what had happened at the time, I was only years old, but I has seen the letter my parents had wrote out for each other during the time it was happening.

Chris suddenly lays me down on my bed, and pulls the blanket over my body.

"Rose, don't worry about it right now. Go to sleep and I will come back tomorrow to talk about this"

He leans down and kisses my lips and then my forehead. He looks at me one last time before leaving the room.

Once he was gone, I just laid there, thinking about how I could tell my parents.

No matter how much I want to hide this from them, they are my parents, I can't hide stuff from them. They might react badly but might not either. How can I tell them? I suddenly smile as I realize something.

I can write letters.

I will write letters.

Letters To Them.