Hey everyone, Paradigm of Writing here with drabble #12: Old Heart in the drabble set, Engraved in Stone! This is another 'letter' chapter with Lucina x Marth, a pairing a few of my favorite fictioners actually like and it's a pairing that I enjoy too. The pairing is one-sided, like you won't see much of it. I can't wait for the ending of this series to jump on a new idea. I unfortunately got rid of Personal Gain. Sorry folks, but enjoy this chapter!
Dear Old Heart,
Hello, my name is Lucina Weathers and I'm thirty-five years old. Ironically, this is the fifth old heart letter I've written to myself in the span of twenty years- I started at the youthful teen age of fifteen. A little backstory on my old heart letters- trust me, they're interesting. They act as reminders, reminders of why my love life is such a failure and how I have no way of getting anywhere but lower in my self pity. Yes, these letters are rather depressing. I should know. I wrote them all.
My first old heart letter was written, as you know at fifteen. I had just been rejected by Robin Creely, the hottest guy in ninth grade. He had flowing pallid hair and cream eyes with a smile that could melt your heart. I dropped my lunch on him the first time I met him. I wrote the letter to him, but never sent it. I wanted to throw in his face all of the insults he had shouted at me while rejecting my request to go out, to make him feel nauseous at his cancerous words. I promised to read it when I turned twenty-one, the year you become an 'adult'. I burned the letter after reading it, I let the ashes consume it. I wanted the world to burn. Literally, I telepathically tried willing the fire to elongate from it's threshold and burn the rest of the globe down. My heart roared for destruction, just to see Robin Creely crumble to his knees. To revel in his horror, that his perfect world was going to hell right before his very eyes.
Clearly that didn't happen.
Old heart letter two was addressed to Snake Mores, a jerk I dated my senior year. For two days. I don't know if you'd even call that a relationship. He broke up with me because I was bad at holding his hand. It never occurred to me that there could be a proper way of dating someone, if it went down to miniscule things such as holding someone's hand. I read that at the age of twenty-three, and I burned it too. Third letter was in a dry spell, I never dated anyone during that time. The fourth old heart letter was the same. Then came the fifth one.
He wasn't who I expected to sweep me off my feet, not the nerdy coffee shop owner named Marth Tyrell. With the same stunning navy hair, and deep peacock colored eyes, he was the gentleman I had been waiting for, I've been wanting a man like him forever. It looked like my old heart would finally reform itself. He spilled his latte he made for another customer all over me, and it was ironic of how that's how Robin and I met, with me spilling my lunch all over him. I appreciated his honesty, how he blushed adorably when he was embarrassed. I asked for his number. He kissed me on the nose. I kissed him on the cheek. He kissed me on the lips. I sensually touched his privates. He led me to his apartment. We had sex that night.
Yeah, old heart, I don't think I'll be seeing you around anymore. This is my last old heart letter I'll ever write. I'm thirty-five, and I'm content with my life. I love my husband, and my two children. I never really loved you.
Sincerely, Lucina Weathers.
I forgot what Chapter 13's title is called, but it's nice and funny. I think the pairing is Ike x Zelda. If my memory serves correctly it's called Much Ado About Nothing. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, and I'll see you tomorrow with the next 'drabble'. Please review guys, I love you all!
~ Paradigm