Dear Miles,
My heart is immensely aching, writing this letter because it's between life and death. The death of our solid trust or the death of our unforgettable union, that took place on the 7th of February 2019, this year. You received an anonymous text from a lady that introduced herself by the name, Candice Swine.... may you please continue to read with patience.
My name is Adele Craword. I was born in Colombia on the 7th of November 2001. It's crazy that today is my birthday, and I'm writing this, I'll be turning eighteen at the clock at 7:15 am. That's the time slot that my mother had me delivered me in front of my adopted parents. They tell me the day I was born was the day of a war in my birth country. Many villages lost their lives, and ours was one of them.
Therefore, they believed that I've come therefore, to end wars and distractions in this life, but I've realised today I've caused nothing but a war in our relationship, the war of fighting these lies but mostly your acceptance.
There never was Candice Swine, except the photos you posses watching from the internet, that are somebody else's, that is all there ever will be. This young woman you are reading about is the same woman who seats behind the keyboard and lies about her true identity. Please don't be discouraged reading this email from here, and I know I do not deserve to ask favours from you, after what I just confessed, but I need you to learn the entire truth because there is more. I don't have a daughter as well. I only shared those details of my life just so I can match the biography of the celebrity I was imitating, but mostly I used it often just so I can avoid making video calls with you, and you'd know what I'll say.
I don't sound like an angel either. I downloaded this Voice changer App to make my voice sound more appealing and more mature to you. At first it started as a joke. Please believe me! I was only pranking you, but the more you complimented me, the more I felt comfortable into it and so all my voice clips are fake. I know! I know you are surely raging inside right now and I'm also crying. I can't even look at myself in the mirror.
I am so sorry, very I am! When I realised grace has fallen on my feet, the day I sent a WhatsApp messenger to a school friend, but only to find out, it has miraculously led me straight to you; it didn't feel real to me for two days; you don't know how much I looked up to you growing up and maybe that's where all my low self-esteem started becoming more. The thought of you finding out that you're only talking to a 17-year-old, meanwhile you are a 26-year-old, I knew then, that you won't even look at me twice, among your peers, and well successful colleagues in a room and I couldn't face it.... I couldn't face your rejection.
But you are still the solidarity and the biggest purpose of my existence. Your speeches in every event will make me sane, in each one of them, that I ever attended without you knowing. Yes, I have Miles; I have booked a flight for the sixth time, flying away from my small Town just to see you, just to be hovered by the atmosphere of being under the same roof with you, that alone gave me a major comfort. Even though all of them turned out to be an epic failure, because I'll be stuck in the background restroom, for the entire event just because I'm having jitters, of seeing you face to face. But still your voice up on the stage, gave me enough.
Growing up knowing that you do not, biologically belong to your country, and worse to your own family, It creates a very low self-esteem and too many what ifs in your world but along the way; you inspired me ever since I was a fifteen-year-old, I even chose to apply to a Medical Varsity because I wanted to do a bigger change in our community, just like you and for the first time I never felt so alive.
I may have lied about so many things about my identity, but I never lied about who I truly am and how I truly feel about you. When Acne Corridor Virus, dangerously spread on our country, and you came to save it, I knew from then that you are different from anyone else I've ever met; you saved millions, dozens of homes without asking a single cheque after discovering a cure. Miles Oceans, I didn't just like your work and history but I fell in love with your heart. So pure and so invested, so humble, it doesn't condone the injustice except for Oceans. servant to peace. So I selfishly decided I didn't want to lose all that, by hiding my true identity from you and before we even made a menseful conversation, I already knew who you really are and by the time we started dating, it got harder from me to say anything.
Please! believe me everyday. I wanted to say something, tell you, explain it to you, make you see that despite the catfished images, fake whereabouts, my background and age. But I never ever lied to you about how I feel. Please respond to me in this letter, please reach out and call me if you can. I pray and hope you will find it in your heart to forgive me.
Yours Sincerely
The love of your life
Adele breaks down in tears, the moment she reaches a conclusion of her letter, letting her lips quiver freely this time, because she knows nobody is watching her in her room. Before her sobbing stretches further, she escorts a heavy breath, as she silently places her knuckles beside her jaws, to lean and listens to her chest slowly flattens back after losing the savage amount of air inside of her, for crying so much. She covers her face with her hands to wipe the tears and she realises she has cried enough. It's time to call it quits.
"Okay, Adele, you can do this." She speaks with her pale, dry lips that haven't received any slight of rest, ever since last night. After separating from Dawn at the airport study, she hasn't slept a wink, thinking about a thousand of ways to reveal her true identity to the man she's been dating for ten months. Just when she was starting to prepare herself to send an email, the waters starts to run in her nose, she tries to shove them back in her nostrils, but the situation just keeps getting worse. It's very early in the morning around 4 am, It's very cold and not sympathetic as It was about to crack dawn in Spring and so, It has gotten even darker. All the curtains are closed in her small boxed room and her legs are folded on top of the bed, covered in navy long pajamas, and a navy hoody sweatshirt embraced over her upper'd body. She lifts up the laptop away from her lap, tossing it aside gently to seek a tissue under her pillow, several dirty, soaking wet tissues are surrounding her bed, in curved balls it was no question she's been crying all night and probably never hit the shower ever since.
She stumbles in a small content of a tissue, covered so thin over the toilet paper roll. It is obvious that's she's only left with the troll, the last straw of it. She'll roll it once and boom, it's gone. The waters in her nose continues to do wild sounds as she endlessly tries to shove them back in to her nose, after wrapping the tissue around her fingers, she heavily blows her nose as if it was a major storm, brewing inside the room, she blows her nose again, and a full fungus of waters, falls over this small piece and it makes her fingers wet. Nonetheless, she is tired of caring; she is even tired of being too careful with anything, wet or unclean. She doesn't care at this point. She feels entirely numb about life itself.
After ditching another dirty, curved tissue next to the side of her bed, she goes back to her Apple modern laptop to send the email right away. She places a laptop back on her folded legs and exhales deeply one more time before she can send. Adele slightly goes forward in front of the blinding screen, that she barely can look at, she's extremely exhausted, even her eyes can no longer handle the pressure of any direct light, let alone her laptop's screen light that is so gushing in front of her. Her fingers move the mouse around, leading the arrow at the top of the page, aiming to click send. There Adele goes, ready to send the suicidal letter that holds the very sensitive responsive that will save her or destroy her happiness for the rest of her life. The arrow is finally exactly where it should be, there is no turning back now, her index finger lowers to click, Adele's guts instantly ties into knots, her breath convulses staring at the screen, the email has began roaming and it's clearly uploading. But suddenly everything goes blank. It's lights out and pitch black. Adele can even see herself through the laptop's screen. She's gawking at them at it, wondering what the heck did just happened? She comes forth, clicking the enter button a dozen of times and the screen just stays pitch black, looking at her.
"No...no" She shakes the screen. She even picks it up, shaking the entire gadget in her hands. "No, no! What just.… what just happened!" She literally loses her mind, jumping off the bed. She thinks maybe it's the battery, it's been indicating to be very low ages ago, and she just ignored it. She searches for the charger in her chest of drawer, rapidly slamming all the drawers with absolute impatience. She rotates at the same spot, looking around, gripping her ginger Afro curls that are so messed up. At this stage, she's looking like she's from the streets and the storm just hit her. "Where is it!" She freaks out but something picks at the corner of her eye and she finds the charger, openly laying there on top of her small table attached to the wall, that is next to the window. She speeds off and snatches the charger. The second it plugs in, she kneels down on the floor, attach it to the edge of the bed while her laptop beholds on top of her bed. She stares at the screen, without blinking an eye, waiting for it to respond, but after five minutes still, nothing happens. It remains pitch black, and there is no indication that it's connected. Adele's mind just got more crossed wired. She grips her hair above her forehead all over again. She Is starting to think; what if her sister was right? Her laptop has a serious virus.
The whim of a wind, quietly blows the lumpy branches of the Palm tree, they're standing very tall and firm, inside the three acres of a green field, as the branches beautifully moves controlled by the wind's wave. And so does the leaves claps above the rooftop of a big, white mansion that almost resembles the structure and the size of the presidential White House. Within any minutes, the nice, quirky sounds is made by two birds that just flew by over the house roof top, making a two Gardner's notice and they just figured they're were coming from the same Palm tree. They've never seen the house this beautiful and that blossoms with so much harmony.
The beautiful mansion they are working next to; is a double storey governed by tall windshields, that spreads widely with dominion, giving a first impression of a transparent glass house and golden columns to support the house structure, they are beautifully standing still, facing the front yard.