Hey. It's me, Teddy. Here's a story I whipped up. It's a songic to Avril Lavigne's 'Remember When', which is a beautiful song by the way. This story is told all in letters, to Fabian from Nina. I reccomend you grab some tissues, because it's gonna be sad. Also, the chapter's are going to be really really short. This is because they are, as I said, told in letters, so therefore they will be a little shorter. Dedicated to my Ceiling Buddy, TateyTat. I'll miss you, girl /3.
Letter One: Remember when I cried, to you a thousand times?
Dear Fabian,
I know you'll never get this letter. I know I am writing into pure emptiness. But I can't hold it in any longer. The sobs that rack my body almost every hour of everyday for the past 3 months have become to much to hold in. It's like when you're staying underwater, trying to count how many seconds you can go without breathing. These letters are a little distraction to keep me from going up. You're the air that I desprately need but can't have. And my life is the dreaded water seperating us. While reading this, you may wonder why I'm writing these letters. I mean, we weren't married or anything. But we were in love.
Remember all those times I cried to you? Normally they were the most rediculous reasons. Sometimes they'd be about my parents or my Gran. Both of which ere long dead. But that didn't stop the tears. And instead of laughing at my silly reasons, you embraced me in your arms and told me everything was going to be alright. And, you said it so comfortingly, I believed you. But, whenever I sit by your grave, I cry harder than I've ever cried in my life. Except your not there to comfort me. So, I rest my head against your gravestone and let the tears fall freely. But whenever I'm at your grave, I feel like I need to give you something. Not flowers, but something deeper.
These words...no words, actually, can describe how much I miss you. But they're the best I can give you. Hopefully, when you read these letters I plan on sending you, you'll come back. Even though I know its impossible. I mean, who can bring the dead back to life? No one.
I wish I could still cry on your shoulder. I wish I could still look into your eyes for hours. But I can't. So, with each of these words, maybe you'll remember how much I love you.
Love, Nina