Hello! A short, non-funny one for ShegoRulz, who requested Tanguine. (If you didn't like this one, another Tanguine has been requested for later on, so I'll be able to make it up to you.)
What Needs To Be Said
In which Sanguine writes a letter
He'd cry and beg her not to leave him, but that'd look a bit funny, wouldn't it?
Sanguine's sitting on the floor, a piece of paper in one hand and a pen in the other. Tanith's gone. She's not his anymore. They took her back, and now she doesn't love him. They say she's cured. He doesn't think so.
The paper sits there. He was planning to write her a letter, saying some form of goodbye, telling her how much she means to him. It's not happening. He can't bring himself to tell her what he really feels because damn it, he's too scared.
Why is everything so complicated? You dream and imagine every last detail of what you're going to do and say, and then at the last minute you realise that you're too afraid to do any of those wanna scream, pour your heart out, sing like you're a character in some kind of demented musical. But you're scared.
He sits there and looks at the paper.
Tanith is smiling blankly as everyone tells her how much they've missed her. She lies and says that she has no recollection of what's happened, because she's afraid that she'll say Sanguine's name too wistfully if she tells her story.
She's ashamed to admit that she misses him, even to herself, but she knows she does. She wants to tell him, but she can't. She just needs to make herself love Ghastly, and then everyone will be happy, and she can forget about Sanguine.
Another part of her, though, wants to know if he loves her. Loves her like she has grown to love him. The love was unexpected, but it's more than welcome. It has become a comforting feeling.
He has given up on the paper. He knows that she doesn't love him, so why bother?
He drinks some beer out of the bottle and lies down. Images of her swirl around in his head—her beautiful blue eyes, her long, blond hair, her prowess with a sword... she's everything. She's been with him for so long that her presence has become his most prized possession. And now he doesn't have it anymore.
Suddenly it clicks. He knows exactly what he's going to say, exactly how to tell her how he feels. He smiles, grabs the pen, and begins to write.
Tanith sighs with relief. Finally, her guests are gone. She got Valkyrie out the door, and Skulduggery, and Ghastly. She curls up in her chair.
"He's probably forgotten about you," she says aloud. And then there's a swishing sound as an envelope makes its way under her door. Curious, she picks it up and begins to read, and her smile gets wider and wider until she leaps up from the chair and twirls around in circles.
He's walking away from her house, a smile on his face.
It doesn't matter if she loves him or not. He loves her.
What needs to be said has been said.
And next we have...drum roll please... VALDUGGERY! (The classic. I was actually wondering how long it would be before one of you requested Valdug.) BTW, I'm running out of ideas, so please don't hate me. ShegoRulz, tell me how you liked the chapter!