Disclaimer
Lor: ...stfu. It needed to be written. Its not my fault Golden Sun was the first love of my life...
I don't own Golden Sun. I do however own this fanfic. ) don't steal it. Sequel to "Something Told Me To Say It."
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With the light of a single candle on the table, paper out with an ink bottle off to the side, she practised something an old friend had taught her. Maybe it would work, he said that it had always worked for him. She set off writing.
Dear Friend,
this might not be very long, but I don't want it to be too short either. Right now I can't stand the thought of you. I feel so sick that I want to cry, and hope that fixes the pain.
Where are you right now? Maybe you're traveling...maybe you're watching me from outside my window? Wherever you are, I haven't seen you since that August day. I thought the world was going to end, and somehow it didn't. I wish I hadn't left when I did. I remember the look on your face, and thinking 'I don't belong here'. At first I waited to see if you would come and find me. You didn't, and it was then I decided that I was probably better to go back home and carry out the duties I was born with. Who knew such a life that I was once dedicated to, now bores me so much?
I hate you, and I love you. I don't know if you know that. I don't know if you care, or maybe you found someone that you're happy with. I'm sorry I'm not very good at this...I've never written a love letter before. Or a hate letter, and I suppose this is both.
Part of me feels like you betrayed me...but I also can't help but feel that you didn't really know you did it. I betrayed you a little, too...there was someone else I cared about for the longest time. But since I've known you, it never seemed like those little things mattered.
Forgive the smudged ink on the left...I tried really hard not to cry. But I can't lie to you. I never have. I just wish maybe you'd walk into my snowy mountain village, with that innocent curiousity on your face and ask me if I'm ready to leave. If for only that, I would follow you wherever you asked.
If Alex was still here now, he wouldn't recognize me. He'd hate you for changing the way I saw things, and the way I thought love was. Everytime I think about him, it hurts too. As much as I hate him, I loved him once, and it's always painful to say goodbye. We haven't written in weeks. I know that travel is hard for mailmen this time of year, but I guess it's just a little hard on a girl. I never used to see myself as a romantic before I met you.
But there's something about the kindness in your eyes that just makes me melt. I don't know if I know what it is about you I like the most. Your kindness, your generosity, your soft chuckle, or maybe how you felt just as shy and awkward as I did?
I suppose it doesn't matter now. Maybe you were lying to me on the boat when you guarded me on my way home. Maybe you didn't mean it the way I took it. Maybe you found a nice girl at home and the distance makes it easier for you to forget me.
I haven't forgotten you.
This letter will never reach you. I want it to, but I don't at the same time. You know which beacon to follow to find me.
Isaac, even if you'd rather me disappear...I hope somewhere you're happy.
Love always,
your Mia