- The Letter -

She was scared. She had no idea what he would say or do. But she had to let him know. She was in love. Too bad that he didn't feel the same way. She had hurt him one too many times. He decided that it wasn't love. But she knew, it was. She wrote the letter. or at least tried. There were at least twenty rough drafts. Finally she finished. With tear stained cheeks, she smiled. It was done. She finally got out all she needed to say. He would believe her this time, he would finally understand her feelings. He would smile at her, tell her that he was stupid, that he was sorry. He'd hug her and cal her emo. She didn't care. It was being emo that had gotten him back. Well, hopefully thta had gotten him back. She still had to give him the letter. Monday, she'd do it. Hand him the letter, smile, wait till he opened it, started reading, then she would walk away. Not far, just a safe distance. maybe with a few friends. The he could still find her and apologize. Take her in his arms and hug her till she thought she would break. Smiling to herself, she walked in the building. there he was. So beautiful, so angelic. Panic came over her. What if he didn't read it? Knowing him he'd just ball it up, throw it away. No that couldn't happen. She wouldn't let it. But how could she do that? From everyones words, he hates her now. Then she sees him. A friend of both of them. Perfect. He'd get her true love to read the letter. But he won't read it. Because its not from her. She sees his new love walk up. Hug him. Him smile at her. Like he use to smile at her. Her heart finally and completly ripped to shreds. She turned towards the door, walked out cluching the letter. A single tear ran down her chek as she ripped the letter into peices.