Full of Meaningless Thoughts
(I used to write little Blackwater things in this style all the time back before Christmas on another account. I kinda miss it. ;L)
She's sitting on her bed, ripping up little piece of paper that had her name on with a kiss. They are – were – written in Sam's handwriting, with little notes wrote on either side.
She stares at one, vision blurry with tears and anger and humiliation.
Lee-Lee, I'm sorry. – Sam xx
No you're not. You're sorry. If you were you wouldn't hurt me like this. She wants to write him a letter, but her hands are too shaky.
She tries to grasp a pen and hastily write something she knows she's only going to rip up; but she gets too into it.
Sam,
I don't know where to start. I'd say I hate you, but I'd be lying and we both know I cannot lie. You used to find it funny when I merely tried.
Ha! Now I know what to say: Fuck you.
Leah
She doesn't put any kisses or anything remotely inviting.
She rips the paper into a thousand, meaningless shreds. She chucks them out the window, and watches them get soaked as they fall to the ground. She tries to feel satisfaction, but she can't. She's numb. She can't feel anything without.
With a sigh, she turns around she goes back to ripping up paper that once held all the meaning in the world. Now the letters are just words on paper written by a man who used to love her.