the package

The package came. It felt like Christmas. Oliver smiled all over. No one sent him mail. Not ever.

He climbed the stairs to his room. He was a bit melancholy.

He thought of how much effort he'd spent on Louie when they dated, and he was still spending money on her even if they were definitely never going to hook up again. He'd figured her out. She just wanted to be away from here. She'd found  a sailor, and she was so in hopes to get out of the village. He couldn't blame her. Jobs were so few, and there weren't many decent people around. It was so easy to be shady.

But here was a package from someone who he had only met him through his little brother. It was packed with T-shirts and socks. Boxers too. And at the bottom of the box was a framed picture of Kayla. Along with lots of handwritten letters. He looked at her face. He loved her dark eyes. She was so serious, and smart. Very smart he, thought. Then he read the note that this was from high school. He smiled.

Oliver sat there on his bed going through everything from pieces of candy to the stationary she'd sent him. She told him she didn't know what she could send him. She wanted to send him music, but wasn't sure what he liked or if the mixes would work on any of his music players. He looked through all the letters. Found his pen and pad and decided he'd answer everyone of them.

He knew she wasn't expecting anything from him. And he was sure all the money in the world couldn't buy this what he read in her words. His face began to drip with tears. Before he knew it, the ink was bleeding on the letters. Really, Oliver was happy. He hadn't been this happy in a long while.