Page 1 of From Me to You

PROLOGUE

PRESENT

A Japanese legend once said that a single red thread of fate bound two souls forever and regardless of what they endured in their lives, they were always destined to end up together. Sometimes, I wished that I was bound to him like that. I wished that the red thread of fate was real and that somehow all my stars aligned for me to end up with him. I wished that he was by my side, forever, holding me in his arms while I listened to his heart beating for me.

But life didn’t give me what I wanted because in life, it was what it was, and no matter how hard you fought for things to be different—fate and destiny would write you a different story. I couldn’t forget him though. I could never forget him. He was engraved in my soul, my heart. Though the universe didn’t assign a special red thread for us, I somehow unknowingly bound myself to him. And he would always be a part of me. Because I was an addict, addicted to him and he was my one true salvation.

Our love story wasn’t the sweetest and looking back now, I probably wouldn’t have changed a single thing because my baby was living the life that he had always wanted. Although minedown spiraled into an endless void, the memories of him kept me alive even today.

I still can’t forget the day when it all started, etched in my brain forever as the vivid memories of him flowed through every cell of my being because I thought about him all the time, every single day even now. It started a long time ago—exactly ten years, two months, and twenty-three days ago. My name is Evelyn Roselyn Sara May, and this is my story…

PART I

THE ADOREMENT

-The act of loving someone so much that you adore them.

CHAPTER 1

PAST

January 2014. Age 16.

I stared at my bedroom ceiling, procrastinating and contemplating about getting ready for the first day of school. Nervous energy coiled through my stomach as I checked my phone for the hundredth time. It was only 6:03 a.m. I sighed. I still had plenty of time.

My phone flashed back to an image of a bright red thread woven together in an elaborate pattern between two pinky fingers. It was an article about a Japanese legend that I had been reading last night before I fell asleep. I wondered if it was real. Was life all that simple, yet so complicated? Were we all living in a pre-determined plot that someone wrote for us? Was I supposed to end up here in Bellevue? A town that I now called my new home. I smiled as I thought—I was now a small-town girl.

I hoped this time around that the fated red thread led me to the right place because I was tired of moving.

I exhaled as I slid out of my cozy double bed that I had pushed off to the far wall. A tiny window above the bed overlooked the street outside which was currently drawn closed with my flower-patterned pink curtains. My room was a complete mess.Boxes were lined up nearly everywhere, containing most of my belongings. I counted about six of them that still needed to be unpacked.

I glared at the walls. I hated the color. It was a dirty white splotched with yellow stains all over it. Assuming from their condition they were probably painted ages ago. It definitely needed a fresh coat, but I had to get ready now.

“Evy! You are going to be late for school,” Aunty M yelled from downstairs. I glanced at my watch. Oh no, it was 7:34 already. I had to be at school in like twenty minutes. How did time go by so fast when I didn’t want it to?

That meant I had been standing in my bathroom for over an hour, dreading the fact that I had to face the outside world soon. I stared at myself in the mirror, my warm brown eyes shining under the bathroom lights, my porcelain skin free of any makeup, and my long, dark brown hair, almost the color of chocolate, cascading down to my waist. I was nothing special, just a typical next-door brunette with big brown eyes, barely over five feet, and an average body. On the outside, I looked like a regular teenager all ready for school in my purple hoodie and my old blue jeans. But on the inside, I was a nervous wreck.

Because I did not like first days. I had been transferred to several schools in the past, and that had always made me jittery. But this time I was scared out of my mind because it was the middle of my sophomore year. It sucked because I was supposed to be a junior but was a sophomore instead since I skipped a school year when I was younger.

I sighed, fixing my hair one last time, having already brushed it several times till I tamed it down to smooth soft waves.

“Coming, Aunty M,” I said as I rushed out of the bathroom and headed downstairs to the kitchen.

My aunt Marie was an ER nurse at this town’s only hospital. It was better pay than her last job, so it made sense to move here.Aunty M was a beautiful lady, thirty-five, with hazel brown eyes and wavy blonde hair that always looked so perfect. She was so tall and had a lean athletic body thanks to her strict fitness regimen.

In all ways, she was the complete opposite of me. I never knew my mother or my father. My mother had me when she was only eighteen, gave me up to my grandma, and ran away to never look back. I didn’t even know what she looked like, having never met her in my entire life. There were no photos of her growing up because Grandma hated her. I think it was for the best. Aunty M used to say that Mommy dearest always got into a lot of trouble growing up and got mixed up in the wrong crowds.

I grew up with my grandma and Aunty M. I had a wonderful childhood. We moved a lot because of Aunty M’s job, but we were a happy little family. Until Grandma passed away four months ago. Her loss was hard on both of us and we missed her so much.

I still had my Aunty M, whom I loved very much, and I was grateful for her every single day.

“Good morning, darling. Eat this before you leave.” Aunty M smiled, pushing a plate of fruits and a cup of black coffee toward me.

She knew I didn’t like breakfast and could only tolerate coffee and something sweet in the morning. I took it gladly—I do need something in my stomach to get me through today. She was standing over the kitchen counter, still in her scrubs. She must have just gotten back from her first shift last night.

“Good morning, Aunty M. Thank you.” I kissed her cheek, while I took a seat chugging my coffee and picking on the fruit. “Did you just get back? You don’t have to stay up. I know you have another shift tonight.”

“Of course, I had to be there to send off my favorite niece on her first day of new school.” Aunty M grinned, leaning against the kitchen counter.

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