a/n: This is yet another short chapter, because as you know, most long chapters are followed by short chapters. And besides, you didn't REALLY think I'd leave you hanging just like that, did you? Hahaha. Go me.
"In life, a lot of us feel blind: never really knowing what's going to happen next, what to expect of the future. It always seems like every time you jump, you risk falling and hurting yourself. That's why we're so afraid of taking risks. But what it all comes down to is that whenever you come to an end, if you jump, you'll be given either a surface to stand on or a set of wings to fly."
Angie sat on the couch with Kelsi, feeling very proud of herself for coming up with such a lecture. "And if you jump, I can't guarantee you wings to fly, but at least you'll have ground to stand on."
Kelsi gave her a quizzical look. "Where do you get all of this?"
"It's simple, really," Angie replied casually. "You know how to put a good metaphor together; you can come up with speeches like that all the time. Although it helps to be a quick thinker."
"So what am I supposed to do? Tell Ryan I like him then leave for another state?"
"Okay, that sounded a lot better the way I said it." Angie frowned slightly. "Either way, if you don't tell him before you leave, it'll haunt you for the rest of your life that he never knew."
"But – how?"
Angie paused to think for a moment. "Do you think you're going to be able to tell him in person?"
The composer shuddered at the idea. "No way. No way at all."
"Then write him a letter," Angie suggested simply. "But don't give it to him until right before you leave."
"That's brilliant," Kelsi said, shocked at how simple the idea was.
Angie smiled. "I know. Now, get writing."
a/n: This is probably my shortest chapter to date, but it will be followed by –gasp- the letter itself! –dramaticmusicdramaticgaspdramaticfainting- Poodles! - - - Kat