Disclaimer: The story idea is mine. The characters are not.
Mary Margaret opened her eyes, the action tearing her eyelashes apart. She had fallen into a deep sleep at some point in the middle of her crying jag. She turned her head, focusing her attention on the clock, where bright red numbers proclaimed it was 1 o'clock in the morning. She groaned – there was no way she'd be able to get back to sleep now. Mary Margaret decided to make some hot chocolate. Hopefully, the warm drink would be able to send her back to dreamland.
Quietly she slipped out of the bed. On the other side, Emma had fallen asleep as well. At times like this, Mary Margaret was grateful to have a roommate. She didn't think she could bear being alone with only her misery to keep her company.
She was still craving a mug of hot chocolate. Stepping into the kitchen, she put a pot of milk on the stove. Once it had been boiled and poured into a cup, she added the chocolate and a dash of cinnamon, then sat down to enjoy her beverage.
Savoring the way the warm liquid slid down her throat, her mind flashed to David. She wondered if he was asleep at this hour, or if he too was suffering from insomnia. She stared at the telephone, wondering what would happen if she dialed his number, heard his voice over the telephone line, if she…
She stopped that train of thought. Bad Mary Margaret, she scolded herself. Don't think of him. It'll only make your heartbreak a thousand times worse.
Desperately, she cast her eyes about the room, looking for something to distract herself from thoughts of him. Her gaze fell upon a large envelope lying on the floor. It appeared to have been pushed under the door, probably sometime after she and Emma had fallen asleep.
Picking it up, she noticed her name was written in neat script on the back. Who, she wondered, would be writing to her? Pulling out the letter inside, she allowed the envelope to drop to the ground as her eyes roamed over the words on the paper.
Dear Mary Margaret Blanchard,
I'm not going to start this letter off by apologizing. You and David both hurt me by not telling me the truth. I shouldn't have to apologize for something that I had every right to do.
However, I suppose I should be thanking you. I know that sounds weird, but it's true. If you and David hadn't become…involved, I never would have thought to take a step back and open my eyes. I never really thought about why I was trying so hard to convince David to fall in love with me when his heart clearly belongs with you. Keeping him with me – that would just make him miserable for the rest of his life.
He's completely and totally in love with you, Mary Margaret. It's in his eyes every time he looks at you, or hears your voice, or even when your name is mentioned. I used to fool myself that sooner or later, he would start looking at me that way. I never wanted to see it directed at you, so I never really looked. But now…. now I can see it. Now I see that the only person he'll ever look that way at is you.
My plans are to leave Storybrooke. I'm going to Boston, to try and make a fresh start for myself somewhere new. So I give you my blessings. Be with David, because you two are the perfect match for each other. All I ask is that you make him happy.
I hope you know how lucky you are Mary Margaret, to have that type of love. Maybe I'll be able to find someone in Boston whom I can love the same way.
After all this, I hope we can be friends. Take care of David.
~Kathryn
Mary Margaret stared at the letter in shock for a heartbeat. Two heartbeats. Three. Then the paper joined the envelope on the floor as she rushed out the door.
She had somebody she needed to see.
