I don't really know where the muse for this story came from. But I love letters, they just feel that more important than an e-mail or a text or something. Handwritten letters. I wish I got more of them than I do. But I still have that excitement where the mail for the day comes and I rush out to see if there's anything to me apart from bills and advertisements. Handwritten letters always make you feel special.
Thank you to all who reviewed, you seriously made my week. I'm always amazed when people actually like my writing. I'm even more amazed that you wanted more than just one chapter. So this here is the last chapter. I hope you enjoy it. :)
They had to be quiet, otherwise the shot was ruined. And considering just what his brother was wearing, even he had a had time not making a sound and giving him a hard time. But he was known for his self-control and maturity, unlike his brothers, so he was able to refrain, it was just harder than normal.
His fingers ran over the leather charm wrapped around his left wrist. He'd found it almost a year before, stuffed inside a coffee tin. She had always known where to hide things where he'd never look. The only reason it had gone unnoticed until then was that he'd had a visitor that apparently survived off coffee alone. He didn't drink the stuff, he was an ice tea and soda man. Coffee he thought was disgusting.
Everyone winced when something crashed and a assistant called out sorry. They'd have to shoot that again. It was ridiculous just how much time and effort went into a simple ten second scene. This was why he was just glad that he was a musician and not a director or an actor.
It wasn't like he was even needed here, it was his brother's film, he was just here until they decided to go to lunch. Well, in this studio, if they weren't going to lunch he would probably be on the opposite side of the lot composing a new song like he usually did.
He just sat in his chair and sighed. He'd already written and sent off his letter for that day, and he'd promised himself he would never write her two letters in a day, because that was just a little bit desperate. Well, more desperate than he was willing to be at least. So he just tapped out a silent tune on his leg hoping that this scene would be done soon enough so they could go and get something to eat.
At least then he'd had something to take his mind off the girl that had taken control of his thoughts all too easily when he'd stupidly let her leave his life. He knew that he'd spend the rest of his life trying to make it up to her. Hell, he wasn't even sure if she'd ever even forgive him. He'd insulted her in such a way that made it seem that he had never paid attention to her at all.
He'd made it seem like she was his best friend but he wasn't hers. He hadn't acted as if he knew her better than what he accused her of. Instead he'd let his temper take over, and he'd gotten his just deserts. A plate of food shoved into his chest and her drink poured over his head. And then when he had followed her outside to continue with his shouting at her, she'd reacted. He'd heard about her temper, but he'd never seen it in person.
And she'd made him speechless. Unable to say anything, because her hair seemed to expand with her anger and her hands made crazy gestures as she talked or rather yelled. Her eyes smoldered with a fury as she called him on his insults and accusations against her. He didn't know what he'd been thinking. She had honestly scared him, and that had left him just standing there, still furious but unable to say a word as she said her final words and disappeared around the corner with a speed that she'd been known for in high school.
He'd stayed outside that restaurant for hours, even when the skies opened up and poured rain on him. It had taken one of his brothers coming looking for him for him to move. And even then, it was like he hadn't processed anything that had happened. It seemed to have happened so fast. And he just wanted to know what triggered it.
They'd been having a pleasant dinner, having just received their food and talking about their week. And then he'd made a rude comment. Was it sad that he couldn't even remember what it was? She'd asked him what he meant by that and he'd gone off. He was pretty sure that he'd ruined the best relationship he'd had in years because he was jealous and too much of a chicken to tell her that he wanted more.
She hadn't said a word in his rant, where everyone in the crowded restaurant had been listening, instead, she'd stood up, grabbed her purse, and then shoved her food into his chest and poured her drink on his head before walking away. He should've left it there. He knew that now. But instead he followed her, wanting to rant more and get even.
Instead she'd blown up at him and hadn't let him get a word in edgewise, it was kinda funny how their roles had reversed but it hadn't been back then. But the one thing that had stuck with him since that night, was the unshed tears and the hurt her eyes had flashed him when the anger seemed to dissipate from her just before she walked away.
There were several ways to break someone's heart, one, break up with them when they're completely in love with you. Two, be in love with someone else and never notice them. And Three, you don't believe in their character even if you've known them for years. He was sure that there were plenty more ways, but he had experienced or done all of them. He was sure that he'd broken her heart that night.
He'd spent the entire night pacing his apartment, convinced she would show up so that they could go back to normal. Back to the way they were before. It was when it reached noon the next day that he realised he'd made the biggest mistake of his life and he had to do something about it. And that was how the letter thing started.
He'd tried to write her a song, but instead, he'd started writing a letter, listing all the things that made her the best friend in the world, and what he saw in her that made him fall in love with her. It was the first time he admitted it. He hadn't planned on sending the letter, but a frustrated conversation with his brothers had him sending her the letter via express to her office, along with her favourite flowers and lollypops. She hated receiving chocolates, they made her feel like a typical girl.
He didn't even know if she'd read it, or even liked the flowers. He'd gotten no acknowledgement at all since then, but he hadn't stopped writing the letters. His brothers still talked to her often, so he was often informed of what she was up to. But one day, he hoped that he would write something that would help her get on her way to forgiving him. He just hoped that that day was coming soon. He missed his best friend, the one who understood his silences, and when to talk and when not to.
He ran a hand through his curly hair, sighing silently, this was something that he thought on every single day and would continue to do so until he had made it up to her. He still sent her gifts every month. He'd sent her a gift on her birthday and on Christmas. One of these days he'd make it up to her.
His assistant tapped him on the shoulder and gave him the important messages for the day, she even sat there and watched him. She knew that he wouldn't look at them if she wasn't watching. It was why she had lasted so long in this business.
He flipped through the papers, skimming each and every one and not finding anything that he didn't already know. But he was only halfway through the pile when he reached an envelope. His breath stopped.
He could recognize that handwriting anywhere, even if he hadn't seen it in what seemed like forever. There was his name written in neat precise script on the front, but there was no address. Which meant that it was hand delivered.
His hand shook as he opened the envelope, hoping that it wasn't a restraining order or something against him. He unfolded the sheet and couldn't stop the smile that surfaced. It was short. But it was a start.
Dear Nick,
You're an idiot. But I think you've suffered enough. You're not completely forgiven yet though.
And there's the last chapter. What do you think? Review, tell me what you think. Give me pointers. Hell, tell me what I did wrong. :)
Merci's Savior