A/N- No touchstone of ra….
Fabian's p.o.v.
I read the letter, over and over. I last link to my 'chosen one'. He sat in his room re-reading it, over and over. I never let anything touch the paper. To everyone else it's just a piece of paper…
But to me….
It meant so much more. She broke my heart in this letter and after over 9 more dreadful months of torture. Not one person understood my pain. Everyone just sees me as the 'happy' geek. She told me to move on but she captured my heart and stole it, whisking it away 5259.14 torturous miles away leaving me and the rest of my worthless soul and body to rot here in England and rot it shall. I opened up to her and changed myself from the creepy nerdy book guy to someone courageous- I stood up to a sprit for her and she doesn't even think how much this hurts. But to everyone else it's just a piece of paper.
I'm usually the optimist of the house who talks out there problems but there is no caring person left. I was always right when it came to love. Seeing as I have never experienced love before. I only experienced heartbreak from when his mother committed suicide after her husband beat her she wanted to be free and she got that wish but left me in the dust. My father was put in prison for he danced on her grave causing a pubic disruption. My heart broke as he smirked. My step-father after getting adopted for the first time. I was beating and broken, blamed for everything he was father's friend. My heart shattered but was on the last sting as it flailed threatening to fall.
Then I met her. The girl of my dreams, the person I clumsily ran into on the first day. Her brown eyes shimmered as I breathed in her beauty, her perfect dirty blonde hair in perfect ringlets. Her look of utter confusion and her perfect attitude and let me feel loved a little- something I've been missing for years. My heart fluttered slightly bringing itself a little higher. Within a couple months I fell for her. I knew it, my heart would beat faster when I was around her, I would stutter more and I felt like a real person, not a lifeless zombie who would fake emotions and felt numb all the time. Then memories of the prom when I kissed her, sparks exploded at that moment in my mind, I actually felt my heart beating erratically. My heart's wings appeared and soared, then perched itself on its rightful throne watching as I tingled with happiness. Then retracting its wings trying to restore my composer. I actually felt loved at the minute and I was on cloud nine. To everyone else it was a piece of paper, but it was that piece of paper that broke my heart and the stings bounding it I was losing so many so I felt colder and distant again. It was on the edge, either falling or soaring. To everyone else it's just a piece of paper…
I looked to the knife once more… Really no-one would care if I'm gone. Someone will replace me and they'll forget me. No-one will shed tears… No-one will even come to my funeral. Not even the love of my life. She's gone with my heart. She swooped in and took it and now, I ache I hurt I am not the numb lifeless zombie stranded, walking alone in a universe of pure misery. A wandering soul who deserves to be tortured forever on this place we call Earth. I grab the knife and plunge it in, as the blood drops out so does all my sorrow… Just like everyone said 'it's just a piece of paper' I think before I see darkness. The end of an abyss, the light I needed.
But is it really 'just a piece of paper'?