A/N: Hello! I know I should be updating 'Love Story' but I have no muse right now as well as a general case of severe writer's block. Seriously. So, instead I'm posting something I wrote in my English class-just a short, angsty one shot in timed conditions. All mistakes are mine, I have no beta and have no intention of revisiting this oneshot. I hope you like it.
Based on a true story.
[[What once was had, forever lost; thy fate is destined, thy love star-crossed—Touched With Sight]]
"My dearest love,"
Your hands tremble, heart pounding in your chest. You swallow, resolved, and continue to read.
"It's so hard for me to write this letter."
You squint your eyes, struggling to make out the unusually shaky handwriting amidst the tear stains and ink splodges. It's not like her.
"I'm sitting here, writing this letter and crying because I know what will happen when you read it, and I don't even want to imagine this."
"Me too," you mutter, blinking away a stray tear, teeth clamping down hard on your bruising lip. You read.
"My mom…she found the letter, love. She knows everything."
Heart drops.
You skim over the crumpled page, smoothing over the edges with your fingers. Taking in words, relishing her writing, heart drumming a dangerous rhythm in your chest, palms sweating.
You read.
"I'm a coward, love, and I…I'm scared. I'm so fucking scared."
Something swells in your chest—anger? Fear? You hate it, but cling onto each word, each sprawling letter—craving the delicious torture each line brings to you.
"I can't do this. We can't do this anymore, love. It's hurting us."
You reread the familiar line, bringing the paper to your nose, savouring the smell of wood and her faint perfume.
It's been a year now—365 days of moodily staring out of the window, crossing off days on your calendar, reading the letter again and again until your brain bleeds quotes and heartbreak and love and fate. Waiting for her to come back to you.
"Always, yours."
You wonder if you'd ever been the strong one.
"Forever."