Chapter 6
Chapter six
Puzzle
Becky
My dearest Remi,
He isn’t what I expected. I thought he’d be polished. Fake. Charming.
He’s not.
Mostly, he ignores me. Sometimes he throws a fit, like a toddler. He hasn’t pulled a knife on me again, but he has kicked dirt onto my blanket, dumped out my water bottle, and thrown my book into the woods.
That last one annoyed me. The pages got all bent. You know I can’t stand anyone who treats a book like that. Remember how we used to argue because you liked to crack the spine of our books and I thought it was sacrilege?
Aside from the temper tantrums, he does his training every day and then leaves. It’s been two months now.
I’m not worried, though. He’s starting to pay attention. Yesterday, I caught him staring. From the corner of his eye. Like he couldn’t figure me out.
A little curious. A lot annoyed.
I’m calling it progress. Slow, but predictable.
I think you would’ve liked him. Not as a person, he’d drive you insane, but the same way I do. As a puzzle.
Love always,
Becky
P.S. Mom and Dad asked me to come back for Christmas.
I said no. I’m being selfish, but I know you’d understand.
You always did.
No one else will.
Ever.
I should go.