To the readers.
I know that everyone out there (or crazy people like me hehe) when they see this episode rewrite it in their head the way they think it would have been better. This is basically that; around 2am one morning I got the idea and grabbed my journal and began to write and put the idea on paper before I passed out of exhaustion. The first two chapters are short because it's both of their reflections on what went down, but after that I promise they get longer. I'm only posting the first two chapters until I get reviews on rather or not you guys want more; the story is complete I just have to put it on here. I really hope you enjoy this and PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW.
Chapter one-
She runs her finders along the edge of the envelope. She looks down at a box full of eighteen other envelops each addressed to the same person; and like one another never reached their destination. The contents of the envelope make her stomach flip and heart race like a humming bird when she even thinks about it. This is mostly because it forces her to think about what could have been. What might have happened if all these bottled up feelings that had been put into words had reached the person who caused them? Maybe she wouldn't have to see that blond hag sucking his face off. Her heart wouldn't go into overdrive every time his name is spoken, but maybe either way that would happen. She definitely wouldn't be sitting here at 3 am in the morning in her closet looking at these abandoned letters that haunt her.
They haunt her of her very cowardly ways; the overwhelming guilt causes her stomach to collapse. If she had just been brave and stood up for what she truly wanted, she wouldn't be living under this burden, this lie, anymore. She puts the letters away in the very back of her closet. She knows she has a big day ahead of her; it's the Starshollow 24 hour Dance Marathon. Her mom forced her into being her partner with a guilt trip; oh that's all she needed another thing to add to her conscience. But Dean, good o'l Dean will be sure to eagerly watch her every move from the sidelines. Another wave of guilt, a way too familiar feeling, crashes over her again at this thought. She was pulling Dean along in her little charade, and without meaning to had fooled him as well as herself. Who was she kidding? This was like the calm before a very violent storm. Before you know it the first crash of thunder hits, and lightening strikes. The result always leaves someone hurt.
Please keep reading the story starts out slow but I promise It's worth it, stay with me here!
