Chapter 5: "A Dear John Letter Like No Other"

Kitty's door burst open, "Opps! Sorry, didn't mean to burst in your room while you're changing......." Pietro mischievous smile faded when realized the room was empty.

'Oh, I guess she's not here either.' He glanced around the room one more time, before he was about to walk out. But then something on her bed caught his eye.

A small, wooden chest box.......opened.

His mischievous smile returned as he headed to her bed, slamming the door behind him.

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Knock-Knock..........Knock-Knock

Lance took a deep breath while he waited for the door to open, while he prepared the conversation in his head.

After a few moments, he realized she wasn't in her room, but before he could walk away, a sound from within stopped him.

Lance frowned, wondering why Kitty wasn't answering the door. 'Maybe she's not in the mood to talk.' He sighed, 'Or maybe she needs someone to talk to.'

He slowly opened the door open, "Kitty?" He asked as he poked his head in. What he saw, was not a sight he expected.

Pietro was laying on Kitty's bed, looking over pieces of papers. Anger exploded in Lance body, and he threw open the door.

"Pietro!" He yelled as the walls around them started shaking.

Pietro jumped up, "Lance! What are you doing here?"

Lance stomped up to him, "I could ask you the same thing!" He yelled. "Didn't I tell you no more saying things like you and Kitty laying in bed together? And now I find you on her bed!"

Pietro sighed annoyed, "I was looking for Kitty, but she wasn't in here. And before I left, I happen to see this chest." He pointed to the wooden chest. "And I never denied my curiosity. Want to take a look?"

"You're really a jerk, you know that right." Lance shook his head, disgusted. "How can you look through her things like that? That's invading her privacy." He turned around and started walking out. "I, for one, will not be part of your sick 'curiosity'."

"So, are you sure you don't want to see pictures of Kitty's wedding with Pete?" Pietro's voice stopped him.

Lance closed his eyes; he knew if he looked at them, they'd only cause him pain. But in all honesty, he did want to see them. He was sick, he wanted to endure the torture of seeing the proof that Kitty really belonged to someone else forever. Without uttering a word, he walked back and sat on the bed, snatching the pictures out of Pietro's hand.

He slowly flipped through the photos, taking time to study each one. There only about five or so of the actual wedding. The others were just random pictures of her life. There was also a few of Kitty and Pete with friends at what appeared to be a bar. There was a few of Pete by himself, usually looking annoyed at having to take a picture. With each picture, he was able to see how happy she really was, but it was really the last photo that spoke volumes to him.

It was a blond couple, smiling brightly into the camera, but they were the false focal point. The real one was Kitty and Pete in the background. They were sitting in a booth, obviously a moment away from kissing. The lips were mere inches apart, with the foreheads gently touching. Pete had his hand, under her chin in a caressing manner. Kitty's eyes were already half closed, and her hand rested against the back of his neck.

That photo made Lance see a reality he never accepted before. Kitty was desperately in love with this man, her husband.

"Hey, look at this!" Pietro's voice snapped Lance out of his depressing thoughts. "It's a letter Kitty wrote to her husband, that Pete guy!" He sat up, looking like a little boy who just found his favorite candy in his pocket. "Should we read it?"

"No," Lance wasn't sure if he could bear to know more of their love.

Pietro looked at him, in a pleading way, "But this might tell us what happened between them? Don't you want to help her?"

"Of course I do, but-"

Pietro interrupted, "So how are we going to do that that if we don't know how to?"

Lance was quiet for a moment before agreeing, "Fine, but if it get too personal, we stop."

Pietro smiled widely, as he held up the paper and started to read out loud.

My Dearest Pete,

This will be the last letter I ever write you again. Writing you letter after letter and gaining no response is becoming unbearable to stand. I honestly don't know why I kept writing you all these letters, it's not like I really expected for you to reply. It's just that I didn't really want to let you go. My head tells me you're gone forever, but my heart still believes you'll walk through the door any moment cursing about bad drivers.

What happened, Pete? Why did you leave me? You promised me forever! If that's the forever you promised, then it was too short and I demand another one. It isn't fair our time together was cut too early. But that wasn't really your fault, was it? It was mine. I'm the reason you're not here with me anymore.

I curse the day I met Cassie. I trusted her! I brought her into our lives, even when you told me you didn't trust her. You warned me that she didn't seem "right", and I didn't listen. I was so blind! She wormed her way into our lives, she practically invaded our lives, and she was always there. And I'm the one who let her. And how does she repay my trust for her, she takes you away from me!

I'll never forget the day I realized what she was really up to, and she stole you away. I'll never be able to let go of the pain I felt when you slipped through my fingers. And there's nothing I can do about it, I can't change the past and I can't bring you back with me. So what am I suppose to do now? I don't know how to live a normal life without you anymore, I'm not even sure that I want to.

With all my love,

Kathryn Wisdom

Pietro and Lance sat in silence for several minutes. It was hard to believe that Kitty was suffering this much, how deep was her pain was.

"Wow." Pietro whispered. He slowly refolded the letter, and placed it back in the chest along with everything else he took out. After it was shut closed, he spoke again, "A part of me really wishes I hadn't read that.