The Letter
Taking his time, as if prolonging the inevitable would somehow change everything. A foolish notion, he was a grown man now. He knew better.
The hallways were silent, the rustle of papers the only sound. Emanating from Eddie Lawson's classroom.
Typical, he thought. Untouched by Mellor's rampage, he had been given a week to clear his belongings from the classroom. Granted by the builders who had assessed the suitability of the building.
So many regrets that he couldn't begin to voice, to comprehend, and so many memories. Faces flashing in his mind, desk to desk. He glanced to the glass pane at the door, expecting to see her standing there. It didn't matter if she was angry or happy. All that mattered is that she would be there.
Too late now.
Dropping a notebook to the floor, he cursed, bending over to pick it up. A small slip of paper fell from between the pages, his name etched across the front.
Eddie couldn't remember what it was for. Reading the quick scribble, the elegant cursive that he would recognise anywhere.
Smile. We're having steak tonight- your favourite! See you later. R
A simple but poignant message, in retrospect. Eddie stared at it blankly, his attention on only one thing. Realising that minutes had passed, he pocketed the paper inside his jacket pocket, the one close to the left side of his chest. Grabbing some nearby folders, he allowed himself a moment to be distracted.
Eddie would miss the way she wrote his name.