August 22,2018
His home

The windy air, the strong rain didn't allow Issac to move out of his house, and so instead he sat with Sara and his mom watching some random show, in a way it was idyllically homey and happy, but every of them weren't watching the show for they all have thoughts buzzing their mind which didn't allow them to concentrate.

Days has passed since Issac totally gave up on his hope of her being alive. Dreaming about her was though a must for him not to totally forget her, would he even really forget everything?! Even if the casual dreams weren't there, would Issac forget his girlfriend whom he love?!

No, he wouldn't, even if he want, Issac couldn't just forget her, rather missing her seems a solution. She has already claimed him as a prisoner of hers, and passing through it was simple if Issac wanted to, but perhaps he wanted to stay there now and forever.

"Issac" his mom called for him slowly, her eyes burning from curiosity, "I forgot to tell you"

"What?!" The softness of his voice made his Mom smile, her eyes sparkling with the love she had for her only son.

"Last week when I was cleaning your room.." Isaac's eyes went wide in hopes of the news being what he had in mind, what he was waiting. His heart thumped wanting to hear what he is hearing in his mind with those stupid voice that forced him to lose hope completely, "...I found a paper behind the keyboard of your computer, and I thought you..."

Isaac's eye brim with tears he couldn't control, a laughter that was never spoken throttle him until he let it out. His happiness couldn't be expressed, a strong emotion burst inside him, with a smile he hugged his mother who was surprised of his sudden happiness. Her heart blooming with a light that burnt her with pleasure in seeing him happy after all those hardships he faced.

"Where mom?!" Issac couldn't stop the tears, he couldn't stop the laugh neither the smile, he just was more than excited, "where is the paper"

"It's in my room,.." He didn't allow her to finish, standing before running to the room he was told his now treasure lies in, without thinking about anything.

A pain surged through his feet when his leg made a hard contact with the table he wasn't able to see with his eyes that were clouded with a pure bliss, whining at it and kicking the table away with his other leg, he laughed again with no reason at all.

Then after a little while he remembered, face palming his red face masked with tears and a huge idyllic ethereal smile, he walking out of the room,

"Mom where is it" he yelled, wanting to hear her answer as soon as he can.

"I was telling you but you were on cloud nine to hear" she ramble.

He was even beyond cloud nine, a place where a burst of happiness could be felt, he was there on the place where nothing could he seen and felt on the expectation of happiness. A place of Euphoria.

"OK, OK" he say waiting happily for her to tell him, "I am sorry, now please please please mom, don't keep me waiting"

"Behind the shelf inside a book,.." He had the urge to open that book, and maybe that was why he again entered the room without hearing the book's name, he couldn't help but laugh at himself.

"What book again?" He holler, hoping she wouldn't mess with him by teasing him again.

"The Untold Story of Theirs"

A warmth inside of him flowed freely through his veins if not his arteries, their story was still untold too, it was yet be unfold, yet to bloom with a beautiful blue flower, a flower that holds lots and lots of love.

Was this how it felt?!

The book he was told has the paper was in his hands now waiting to be opened, to be revealed, Issac guessed the book didn't know that Issac wasn't going to read any word inside the book, but was rather going to take a paper which perhaps had something in it, thus Issac laughed at his silly humour he couldn't help but make.

An envelope of white and blue caught his eye, his eyes that couldn't wait to get a view of what he was waiting to see in a long time, and his hands started shaking again, trembling heart of his making it hard to breath.

He sat then by the shelf, looking at the envelope which had letters on within her handwriting. How could he forget those sloppy and messy handwriting of hers, of course he wouldn't.

His hand brushed the letters that sat with grace and beauty on the back side of the simple paper that now means a lot to his heart.

Yours Carla,

He didn't waste a time after that, slowly opening the envelope without thankfully tearing it, he stare at those same way of writing. With tears, starting to read, sparks of hope glistening on the paper that reflected it on him, he couldn't help but smile through his tears, feeling happy through his pain.

Jan 16,2017
Dear you

it start, and without even wanting to, without even realising it, Isaac went to tearing. This is her, he thought, this is really Carla. But he still couldn't believe, he thought he was dreaming, and if he really was, God he did never want to wake up. Laughter flowing along his tears.

What was happening to him?! Why don't he just read the paper?! The question was telling him how stupid he was, with a plenty of emotions running over him. Dude, he looked like a girl, a childish one with that.

Hey Issac, I know, you must be thinking how you are in heaven and all, but you are not dead and I am not sending this from heaven, for you my sinner will be in hell if you ever die...

I know what you are thinking, how?! Where?! And stuff. I'll answer those plenty questions for you. How, is what I'll tell you when we meet along with a why that will surely occur when reasoning how. As to the where you are wondering about with those lunkhead of yours, my Darling, I am thinking of going to a place no one knows me, knows about my past neither the present.

I'll be waiting for you to come before I change my settlement to god knows where. I now am thinking of an exurb in the far East, for it is your favourite place.

The when which I think you are asking, is the day we sat at those rocks at the center of the blue river, I thought of going first to there and then you following, I'll keep the reason for when we meet.

Your faithfully
Love you

If the last word didn't make his heart swell, the letter itself did. He missed her so fucking much, and he couldn't wait to go to where she is, hoping she is still waiting for him.

But is she?!

__________To be Continued_______
Well well, isn't Carla dead?! Where did she come from, dude that was faster than I thought.

I though hope you fabulous guys enjoyed reading this chapter which all of you were waiting.

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