This quick one-shot is dedicated to my wonderful co-writers, Carmen and Scarlett (or Danci, whichever you prefer.). I just wanted to let you guys know how much I appreciated your stories and how inspiring and motivating you were. I seriously think that Carma reviewed every single one of my stories and Scarlett reviewed almost all of them. I love you guys! You two have both made me so much more confident about my writing. So... I think I'm going to finish out some stories, delete some others and maybe come back to some later. I've been completely uninfluenced by your decisions, but I think that FanFiction has kind of lost some of the "magic" I felt when I first joined. Maybe, one day, I will be the big time book editor and one of you two will have an amazing book. And with my amazing connections, I could get it published for you(: This story is a reminder that saying goodbye is never letting go(:
"People so seldom say I love you. And then it's either too late or love goes. So when I tell you I love you, It doesn't mean I know you'll never go, Only that I wish you didn't have to."
Letting Go.
A quiet Sonny Munroe held a sloppily-written letter in her right hand. The left hung down by her side, a subtle and silent reminder of what could have been. The ring on her fourth finger wasn't gaudy, but simple. Yet it still shone brightly, even in the halfway hidden moonlight. The world stood still, it seemed, even as it rotated on its axis, but, at the same time, it spun violently, like a roller coaster gone wrong. There was a tickle in her stomach and it threatened to creep up her throat, but she swallowed hard, in an attempt to hold back tears, and the feeling vanished.
"Chad?" Her voice cracked at the attempt of speech. Instead, the plead came out like a drunken slur and a moan of agony. She dropped the letter and grabbed her throat.
Lord, please let me die. Kill me off at this second. I can't do this anymore. It's not the same; it hurts. Her eyes were tightly shut as she grappled at her neck, squeezing tightly in an attempt to lessen the pain. Her ring—not of a promise now, but instead an agonizing reminder—struck her throat, hard and sharp. Its shape bit into the soft flesh. She exhaled as it cut into the skin, drawing a small amount of blood.
A little light shone ahead of her. Grasping the reality of it, she moved closer, slowly, with dragging feet and a sodden heart. The sweet smell of pancake syrup whispered throughout the air. I'm here, it seemed to say, oddly comforting.
Don't leave me! She thought towards it. The light shone closer, brighter than before.
I won't, the wind murmured as it whistled past. I love you, it told her. And then the light was upon her, the wind vanished almost entirely, leaving just a trace behind.
"I love you. I love you." Her voice cracked as she said it softly. With the light upon her she was brought back into a more real consciousness. The light was coming from above. "You don't have to go," she told it. "Stay with me forever."
"I wish I could," it told her. "But I have to. I love you. I'll always remember."
And so she let go.
Letting Go.
It's a reminder that all of the G.O.O.D. things in life have to pass.
But so do the bad ones.
Nevertheless, you still CARRY them.
In your heart.
Life is a journey.
But we must take it.
Forgetting all of the good things is like saying goodbye.
Forgetting all of the bad things
Is saying h.e.l.l.o.
So just
Let Go.