Letters
This is my confessional pen and paper,
I'm going to write this down
Saying things you never thought
That were on my mind
Let the truth pour out
Cause I'm tired of the games
I won't lie, no I'm not ok
You were wrong, you're to blame
This song is about you - Olly Murs
When he was in that car, buried underground, Brennan had told him to write a letter. Just in case. In case he didn't make it, so he could say his goodbyes. He had written to Angela, at first he had planned to say how much he loved her, he was going to say how much he regretted that they didn't work out - that he hadn't made sure they work out.
Then he realised, it was not his fault that they didn't work. He had done everything in his power, plucking her the perfect Romeo and Juliet rose; taking her on a perfect date; buying her ridiculously expensive perfume; he had done everything for her. And she had slighted him, acted like it was silly, like they could never be together. But he knew. He wouldn't have tried so hard if he didn't. The fact that she wasn't even willing to give them a chance, that really annoyed him.
His letter quickly turned from loving to bitter. He told her how she had been playing with his feelings, that in the end he gave up on their love and he felt she had to know. She had caused him pain for so long in his life, left him broken hearted, so he was going to hurt her. Make sure she felt pain for the things she had done. He finished his letter, his hands were shaking yet a sense of peace drifted over him. He felt closure. He was ready for death.
A/N: To be continued. Please review and let me know what you think :)