I was originally going to have him walk in but I got tired, I might add a third chapter yet.
She'd found it stuffed between the cushions of her the sofa in her office, it must have fallen out of his pants pocket the last time he was here. She had somewhat forgiven him for the things that had happened regarding his job ad SCIU, at least enough to allow him a drink as a reward to being good help to Henry. She sat back in her own office chair and read the words form the crinkled up piece of paper, something she was never meant to see. Helen's bottle of Bordeaux was nearly gone, and so was her composure. Some would question her choice in music but there were sides of Helen Magnus no one saw, and no one would ever know about. Everyone was gone somewhere or another so this was her time to blast her music over the PA system and sing at the top of her lungs. At the moment there were more pressing matters at hand, she wanted to write him back.
When I read the letter you wrote me, it made me mah mah mad
When I read the words that it told me,
It made me sah sah sad,
Nikola,
I have to confess to you now before this goes any further, I am more than a little drunk. I know I was never supposed to see that letter but for whatever reason it ended up in my chesterfield cushions and now it's here next to me keeping my near empty wine bottle company. I know you were just here not so very long ago, only I didn't realize it then that there were things that had to be said. I read this letter and it made me furious trying convince me that your callous most belligerent actions were something you were doing with the best interest of abnomrals in mind, as well as having my best interest in mind.
I had to hold onto the table to not fly off and find you, so I could personally tear you into a million tiny bits, but then I kept reading... I need to apologize for the way I have been treating you, you don't deserve it. There was a time when I considered you my friend and closet confidant.
But I still love you so, I can't let you go, I love you, ooh baby I love you.
Maybe I have been keeping you at arms length but I've never meant to make you feel inadequate, and utterly useless. I don't know if I have ever really thanked you for the things you have done for me, not only now but throughout the years. As much as a right arse that you are a good percent of the time, there are times you do things that completely astound me, and that brilliance shines through. (excuse the pun.) I don't mean to come on so harsh. The truth is, it's just what I am now accustomed to doing. I've built myself into the role of ever fearless leader and making tough calls is apart of the business, and I'm afraid that it doesn't always include fairness to friends. I've built myself some pretty fine walls to keep me safe, but I'm starting to feel just a little sorry that I've cut you down in the process. I've also not forgotten any of the times we have shared that you keep bringing up. I do long for simple days.
You hurt me to my soul oh oh oh oh,
You hurt me to my soul ohh ohh,
I can't keep holding everything you do over your head, it's not healthy to hold a grudge and with our life span it can work out to a huge allotment of time, and it's a waste. I don't hate you Nikola, and I'm sorry if I've ever made that seem so. You're actions are what have driven me mad, but in the end I do trust you'll always make the right choice, which you have. You are right I do care about you.
Darling please don't go.
Oh Baby I still love you so.
Tvoj.
Helen.
