Cinquanta Cincuenta
Forgotten
Well she had tried; she could say that at least. She had failed it was true but no one would ever be able to say that she hadn't tried. And now that it was all over it was something of a relief. She wouldn't have to be strong anymore. Wouldn't have to stand there and tell Mia that everything was going to be fine when she knew it probably wouldn't.
She could hear the footsteps approaching, see the figure appearing out of the darkness. It was death, her death, she knew that and lying half in and half out of the over turned car's window she knew she must have looked pathetic. But it didn't matter now. Nothing really mattered now, only him, only Dom.
Letty hoped that he would understand that she had tried her best, done all she could think of so that he could come home. And she hoped that he wouldn't forget her completely. That from time to time he'd remember all the times they had shared. Not just the regrets and the mistakes, but the glory days, when they were young and in love and there was nothing they couldn't do.
She could see him clearly now, see the gun in his hand, the barrel aimed at her head and knew that at last it was finally over. Some loves, she remembered her mother telling her, were made to last while others just seemed to cause pain. She heard the click, the safety coming off, and hoped that he would find someone else, someone who could give him what she couldn't, but that he wouldn't forget her completely.
Could anyone tell I've been spending time in the newly completed emo corner? What? Really, no one? Oh well.
Lamanth