Disclaimer: That's it. I'm tired of trying to come up with catchy, innovative disclaimers. I'm blantantly ripping off the characters I am using, I ain't getting nothing for em (that's right! A double negative! * smirk * ). If you are really in doubt as to who owns em, look at another chapter.
Lonely Letters
Chapter 11
By IceWing (IceWing@one.net)
Hey,
Counting the days down now… I'm actually wondering if you'll get this before I get out of here.
First thing I want to say is that there is no way in hell, or on the hellmouth ~smirk~, that I'm going to blow you off or push you aside. I mean, I know I haven't been exactly the most stable of people in the past, but that's not who I am anymore. I'm glad to have you as a friend, and that something that'll never change, no matter who you are.
I know what you mean about being a bit nervous. Everytime I think about being out of here, my stomach kind of does flip-flops. I mean, what if I screw up again? Am I really on the right path this time? I did so much wrong, I don't deserve a second chance, do I? I just hope I don't screw things up again. I want to do what's right, but sometimes I just don't know if I can…
I may need a place to crash when I get out of here. I think I had some cash on me when I was arrested, but not enough for a room. Was talking to the shrink the other day, she said that they will set me up in a half-way house in the Dale (somehow I think the black hats may know ALL about that place, I mean, whats better than some people nobody cares about and the cops wouldn't miss at all….), not exactly my first choice, but if it comes down to it, I could crash there I guess.
Been wondering about what the gang will say when they find out that I'm back in town. Somehow I'm thinking that's not going to be a fun meeting. Kinda wondering how many of em will try and take me down as soon as they find out. Not that I would hold it against them, after what all I did. But it would make it a bit tougher to make amends if they take me out. Or ship me back to the Council. That's not a fun thought either, not after what I put Wesley through.
I'm babbling I think. Pretty much a sign I should wrap this up. My mind is racing, but the words just don't want to come out. I mean, I never was good about talking, but I wish I could get some more of these thoughts out. Its frustrating.
Gonna drop this in the mail on the way to the yard. Not many more times I'll get to be outside, surrounded by bars. That's one thing I am so not going to miss.
See you soon.
Faith
Lonely Letters
Chapter 11
By IceWing (IceWing@one.net)
Hey,
Counting the days down now… I'm actually wondering if you'll get this before I get out of here.
First thing I want to say is that there is no way in hell, or on the hellmouth ~smirk~, that I'm going to blow you off or push you aside. I mean, I know I haven't been exactly the most stable of people in the past, but that's not who I am anymore. I'm glad to have you as a friend, and that something that'll never change, no matter who you are.
I know what you mean about being a bit nervous. Everytime I think about being out of here, my stomach kind of does flip-flops. I mean, what if I screw up again? Am I really on the right path this time? I did so much wrong, I don't deserve a second chance, do I? I just hope I don't screw things up again. I want to do what's right, but sometimes I just don't know if I can…
I may need a place to crash when I get out of here. I think I had some cash on me when I was arrested, but not enough for a room. Was talking to the shrink the other day, she said that they will set me up in a half-way house in the Dale (somehow I think the black hats may know ALL about that place, I mean, whats better than some people nobody cares about and the cops wouldn't miss at all….), not exactly my first choice, but if it comes down to it, I could crash there I guess.
Been wondering about what the gang will say when they find out that I'm back in town. Somehow I'm thinking that's not going to be a fun meeting. Kinda wondering how many of em will try and take me down as soon as they find out. Not that I would hold it against them, after what all I did. But it would make it a bit tougher to make amends if they take me out. Or ship me back to the Council. That's not a fun thought either, not after what I put Wesley through.
I'm babbling I think. Pretty much a sign I should wrap this up. My mind is racing, but the words just don't want to come out. I mean, I never was good about talking, but I wish I could get some more of these thoughts out. Its frustrating.
Gonna drop this in the mail on the way to the yard. Not many more times I'll get to be outside, surrounded by bars. That's one thing I am so not going to miss.
See you soon.
Faith
