Chapter Three: Nothing But A Letter
Margaret was sitting in her tent, brushing her hair. She was thinking about what had happened the night before. She was glad she finally knew about Hawkeye's mother, but she felt so sorry for him. When he had told her about his mother's death, her heart had broken in two.
She was also grateful, in a way. She knew Hawkeye was very. contained, she supposed was the word, when it came to his emotions. He always kept his true feelings covered up with jokes. Only on a few rare occasions had she seen his express what he really felt. That night had been one of them.
She was glad to have seen the more serious, emotional side of him that, all too often, he kept hidden from the world. Now she suspected it had something to do with his mother's death. She figured that since that had happened, he wanted to protect himself from being hurt again. Similar to what she had done after Donald, she realized. When she thought of this, she felt a sense of kinship with Hawkeye. He knew what it felt like to be hurt. Now, she felt closer to him in a way she couldn't fully explain.
Suddenly, she heard a knock at her door. She said, "Who is it?" There was no answer. Curious, she got up, and opened the door. There was no one there. She glanced around, then looked down. She saw a piece of paper laying on the ground. She picked it up, and saw her name on the front. She turned around, and went back into her tent. She sat down, opened the letter, and began to read...
AUTHORS NOTE: I know, your all going to kill me. I added this is after I already posted the fic. I hope you like it. Who do you think the letters from?? Tell me who you think it is. R&R, if I don't get any reviews, don't expect another chapter!!!! I mean it!!!!! Please review!!
Margaret was sitting in her tent, brushing her hair. She was thinking about what had happened the night before. She was glad she finally knew about Hawkeye's mother, but she felt so sorry for him. When he had told her about his mother's death, her heart had broken in two.
She was also grateful, in a way. She knew Hawkeye was very. contained, she supposed was the word, when it came to his emotions. He always kept his true feelings covered up with jokes. Only on a few rare occasions had she seen his express what he really felt. That night had been one of them.
She was glad to have seen the more serious, emotional side of him that, all too often, he kept hidden from the world. Now she suspected it had something to do with his mother's death. She figured that since that had happened, he wanted to protect himself from being hurt again. Similar to what she had done after Donald, she realized. When she thought of this, she felt a sense of kinship with Hawkeye. He knew what it felt like to be hurt. Now, she felt closer to him in a way she couldn't fully explain.
Suddenly, she heard a knock at her door. She said, "Who is it?" There was no answer. Curious, she got up, and opened the door. There was no one there. She glanced around, then looked down. She saw a piece of paper laying on the ground. She picked it up, and saw her name on the front. She turned around, and went back into her tent. She sat down, opened the letter, and began to read...
AUTHORS NOTE: I know, your all going to kill me. I added this is after I already posted the fic. I hope you like it. Who do you think the letters from?? Tell me who you think it is. R&R, if I don't get any reviews, don't expect another chapter!!!! I mean it!!!!! Please review!!
