Chapter 3.
The morning after: (Merry's POV)
The sun is almost up when I start to walk back home.
As I walk, I remember Pippin's behavior the day before. That look in his eyes. I still don't believe it. He hasn't even looked at her before and now he acts like this.
I mean, if he was in love with her, he could have said that to me earlier, when I told him that I would ask her out. But no, he hasn't said a word about her and now he acts like this.
I feel myself become angry again. I even told him that I only asked her out to be nice, that I wasn't in love with her. And now, this!
Suddenly, I find myself outside our door. I call his name as I walk inside, but no one answers me.
"Pippin, where are you?" I search the rooms one by one, but no Pip. I guess he's still out, so I decide to go to bed.
As I sit down on the bed, my eyes fall on the bedside-table. There's a piece of paper on it. I can't remember if it was there yesterday. It looks like a poem. Almost automatically, I pick it up and start to read and as I read, I feel my heartbeat increase, my face go red and my eyes fill with tears.
"Pippin. Oh, Pippin." I read it over and over again, still unable to fully realize the meaning of it, my thoughts spinning. "It's me he loves, not her. It's me. He loves me! He loves me too!"
Then I see the 'PS' at the bottom of the letter.
'I'm sorry if I offended you. I understand if you don't want to see me anymore. I don't think I can stand the fact that you hate me, so I've decided to go. I don't know where. Don't come and look for me.' /P.
"No," I whisper, "It can't be. He can't be gone." I start to sob uncontrollably. "Oh Pippin," I hiccup through my sobs, "I don't hate you, I love you, too. I love you, too."