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When they say you're
not that strong
Well you're not that weak
It's not your fault
When you climb up to your hill
Up to your place
I hope you're well
There's nothing left to prove
Nothing I won't do
Nothing like the pain
I feel for you
Nothing left to hide
Nothing left to fear
I am always here

-"Not Enough," Our Lady Peace

Not Enough
Chapter Twenty-One

He debated whether to read the letter or not.

Two natures, his curiosity and his fear, were at war inside his being. On the one hand, a large part of him wanted to know what Mimi had written. But on the other hand, he knew Mimi had been furious when she had written this letter so there was no telling what kind of verbal abuse could be contained within it.

But it could also answer some questions.

"What the hell?"

He unfolded the two pages and began to read.

Taichi,
Don't be worried. I'm not angry about what happened anymore; I took time to cool down before I began writing this. And I won't repeat the feelings that you were so disgusted by…

Earlier when you denied my love you charged me with two crimes that are by no stretch of the imagination equal to each other. The first was the separation of our two friends and the second was the disowning of Catherine. I had my reasons for both of these…

I watched Yamato and Sora since the party I met you all at. It became obvious to me that Sora was attracted to Yamato but your friend's emotions weren't as clear. I wasn't worried than as Sora's own feelings didn't seem very serious but soon I realized that she cared about him very deeply. I watched them both carefully and due to Yamato's actions I reached the conclusion that her feelings were unreciprocated and I had to do my best to separate them before she got hurt…again.

Yes, Taichi I wrote again. What I am about to tell you I ask for you not to repeat to anyone, especially to Sora. She'd be embarrassed…

Sora and I have been friends since we were children. We kept in touch even when my family moved away and she later joined me at my boarding school on a scholarship. Unlike myself Sora dated only a few people but her relationships always lasted a long time.

Her longest lasting relationship was with a man named Mark Cullen who went to the boy's boarding school neighboring ours. They were together for six years, they dated all through college, and for awhile they were the perfect couple. Everyone, including me, thought they'd be together forever and no one was surprised when they announced they were getting married.

I was the maid of honor which was why I was the first person to find out.

A week before the wedding Sora walked into the apartment they shared to find Mark in bed with Yue, one of her bridesmaids. Needless to say they didn't stay together to long after that. She showed up my apartment that same night and I won't lye, she was a mess.

For awhile she just went through the motions of being perfectly fine. She went to work, hung out with friends, even dated a few people, but even a moron could see she was depressed.

I remember the first time I saw her really smile after that night.

She is my best friend, Taichi, and it kills me to see her hurt. I want her to be happy, because she deserves it more than almost every other person I know. If I was wrong and I caused her and Yamato pain I can't apologize enough.

Not it's time for the second explanation. Let me begin by saying that Catherine Laurent is not the person you think she is. My mother and Catherine's mother were extremely close and when Catherine's mother could no longer support both herself and her daughter she was sent to live with us and my family would pay for her education and leave her a considerable sum of money for her to start her life after school.

For a few years she and I were good friends. We spent a lot of time together, and with Sora when she was around, which made my mother very happy. When I was fourteen, before ninth grade, my mother and I had an argument, I can't remember what it was about, and she went to meet my father without saying goodbye.

That was the last time I'd ever see her.

A drunk driver crashed into her car head on and she died on impact. I never got to say goodbye, never got to tell her I loved her, and the last memory I have of her is us fighting.

I've always regretted that.

I'm telling you all this because my mother had left a will in which she set aside a small fortune for Catherine to use. (I was not jealous…the money wasn't important to me. I inherited other more personal items from my mother. I always thought that was worth more than any amount of money. But that's just me…)

For awhile everything was good.

But Catherine ended up growing in a very different direction than any of us would've predicted. She became used to the idea of us supporting her very quickly and that assurance led her to do stupid things.

She loved partying and was not against trying anything at least once. She made friends easily but lost them after awhile and spent money like it was going out of style. However, this was not the worst of it…

When she was a senior in college she had a relationship with her married Philosophy teacher. My father acted quickly and was able to pay off the school so the events would never be made public. The teacher was fired and we decided that it was time to give Catherine a dose of reality.

I was able due to a technicality in my mother's will to make sure Catherine only got half of what was intended for her and did all that was humanly possible to make sure she and I would never meet. And it worked…for a little while.

I don't know what she told you about me, but no matter what she said please believe everything I've written. If you won't take my word on any of this I can give you names and phone numbers of people who can give you more solid proof.

But before I end this letter I must tell you that I do not regret anything that happened between us. I love you and I'm not ashamed of the way I feel because it's natural and honest.

I don't regret the way I feel.

But I also know I can't make you love me.

I promise I won't bother you again.

Sincerely,
Mimi

The pages dropped to the floor in a graceful arc as his body fell back against the mattress. His chocolate orbs were shut tightly and a groan passed his lips as the remorseful side of his brain screamed at him for having screwed up everything so badly.

"Shit…I fucked up. I…I have to apologize to her."

It was interesting how two friends could travel down two greatly diverging paths.

One had the appearance of being honest and respectable.

And the other really was honest and respectable.

Yeah…he really messed up.

Author's Notes: I hoped this explained a few things to all of you out there in readerland. Did you like it? Please read and review.