Young Writers Society

*this is the continous of the first part of Letters of an Angel

“Fredrick,” He bolted to what almost felt like a dream. By the distance, his date walked towards him with a small red handbag swaying by her shoulder. She was dressed in a large grey jacket over her blue dress that reached to her knees. She waved at him as she looked at her watch for the time. He waved back closing the lid of the velvet back to try and introduce the woman to his date.

But she was gone.

There was nothing but an empty space beside him. Fredrick’s eyes widened. He looked around urgently trying to find any traces of her. He saw nothing but the darkness around him. He spotted no shadow or figure other than his date’s moving figure.

“Sorry, I’m late.” She apologized as she checked her watch. “My mom had to go to an appointment and I couldn’t use her car to get here.”

Fredrick did not respond but took his time to look at the empty seat beside him. He wondered if what he experienced was a dream, an illusion, created from the cold. Then again, when he gazed at the velvet box that held the ring, how could he take possession of such an item? If he thought that the woman was an illusion, then how would he explain the box in his hand? He wondered if the woman had left her when his date caught his attention. Surely, she must have left him for it was the only possible explanation.

“Are you okay?” She asked.

Fredrick spun around to glance at her. One hand held the collar of her jacket while the other rested near her chest. Fredrick nodded briefly before showing the box to her.

“Is that for me?” She added with her cheeks flushed in pink.

“No, its –” He paused for a moment as the words of the woman echoed through his mind, almost grasping his entire thoughts. “Please, I do insist you keep it.” He recalled.

“It will be such an honor for you to keep such thing and to give it to your date.”

Fredrick stared at the box before him clutching his hand around the box. He took a moment before he finally sighed quietly to himself. Slowly, he breathed in the cold air around him feeling his cheeks flushed in red. He murmured thanks to the woman who gave him the ring before he placed his hand on the lid of the box and opened it towards her.

“A–Angel…”He said her name trying to raise his head to look at her face but was only able to gaze at her cheeks. “Th–This is for you.”