The letter was still in Seth's possession. He should have already given it to Dean, and he would, just . . . He took it out to look at it closely. The form the piece of paper had was sort of a ball, the same that Seth created a day ago. Now he straightened it with his fingers. Doing so, he accidentally tore a bit of on the left side, more or less in the middle. But nobody told him to take care of it, just deliver it, so the strange shape should not be a problem.
Both sides were covered in ink, one more than the other. Not everything was writing, though. There were drawings – which Seth didn't know were typical for Cassie. He just saw geometrical shapes, flowers, and calligraphically written letters. Then there was the main text. A lot of it. Don't read it. Seth heard her voice. But he had already noticed the beginning.
Dear Dean,
That sounded suspiciously enough to Seth. Maybe he should check for problematic text. Something that would not be appropriate to write to your ex.
Seth looked around to see if any intruders were present. But in reality, he was the criminal. But as always, he had the best intentions.
Dear Dean,
We both knew this day would come. The day we say goodbye. But I'll never forget. The moments that we spent together were amazing. I've enjoyed every second I spent with you. It hurts me just to think that I'll never see you again. Maybe we could . . . No, that'd be too difficult. Not to forget wrong. We have to accept the reality. It's cruel, I know, but that's life. It's not always the way you want it to be. If it was up me, I'd never let you go. Because living without you is . . . God. I can't even imagine it. You were with me for so long – even when we were apart. Our relationship was a special one. It was almost perfect. But other people didn't understand.
My dear, my love, I'll always keep you in my heart. Since the day I met you I knew we were meant to be. It was destiny. I could've been sitting at a different bar that night, and you could've been in a whole other city. But the destiny designed it the way it happened. Our first meeting. And all that was to come. It was all part of a plan. Do you believe it? I do. And somewhere deep inside I believe that I'll see you again. Maybe you'll realize that in reality you want to be with me, that I'm the one. I know you feel much more toward me than you make yourself believe. Although we were a real couple for so short, and we didn't get to enjoy each other much, those days and nights had to leave a deep imprint on your heart, as did on mine. We've spent only one passionate night together – well, two, counting the time of my brother's wedding. That night was beautiful, but I don't need to remind you for you have your own memory of that very special time. You do remember, right? Do you remember? I don't think so. Because you're not Dean. Dean would never get to this part of the letter. He'd stop far before even getting to the second paragraph because he'd know those are all lies. But I hoped you enjoyed it. Who are you? Roman? Seth? I think you are Seth. Hi.
Seth stopped reading and sighed. Jeez, she got him. He believed her. He fell for every single word. Cassie was probably cleverer than Seth though.
I'm not mad that you read the letter despite I specifically asked you not to. Actually, I knew you – and I mean particularly you – would read it. Even if it were Roman who'd get hold of it. I know you're just worried and you want to be a good friend. I know you, Seth. I've heard so much about you. Dean told me so many stories that I made a pretty good image of you. But I hope that won't prevent you from reading the rest of the letter. Continue, please.
He wasn't going to stop. Since he got so far – and with the promise of telling the truth from now on – he wanted to finish it.
Just in case you're Roman – or someone else, someone I don't know – I'm sorry for confusing you. In case you're the person I believe you are, I know you are, I'm not sorry at all. You deserved every bit of it, and everything that'll come. You're a hypocrite, Seth. You pretend to be a good guy, but you're doing all wrong things. Let Dean breathe. Why don't you believe in him? Why are you making him so miserable? Is he a child? No. He knows what he's doing. He doesn't need you to tell him what he's doing wrong. What he should and shouldn't do. Maybe I'm the same as you right now because I'm going to tell you what to do. Apologize. To him, not to me. I can take the unfound hate. I won't see you again so your feelings toward me don't matter to me at all. Go ahead, waste another bitter comment on me. But see your behavior in its complexity. And, please, realize that when Dean really needed you, you weren't there for him. Have you given him useful advice? I don't think so. If yes, I apologize.
The small handwriting continued on the other side. Seth turned the page with a bitter expression on his face.
Are you still with me? I hope so. Because now I have something important to tell you. Do you remember the time when Renee came to you with her problem? When she realized she wanted Dean to be more than just her friend? Yes. Dean told me about this. You were there for her, right? She could talk to you. You were someone she could lean on. But Seth, do you realize that I acted the same role for Dean? He needed advice. When he was with me, when we broke up and he got together with Renee. I was just someone he felt comfortable talking to about all sort of stuff. And it kind of sucks that it was me. Why didn't he come to you for advice? Have you ever wondered about that?
Seth stopped reading. She got inside his brain and now he had to pose himself that question. Maybe she had a point. There was a chance that Seth wasn't supportive enough. Dean was afraid of hearing another negative comment on his actions. The hell with her, ran through Seth's mind.
Now Seth only glanced at the letter. To see how much more there was written. And if there was something for Dean at all. Or was it just an excuse to get it to the real recipient – Seth? What was this? Some stupid game? Playing with Seth's mind like that was not nice of her. She thought Seth had nothing better to do than reading a bunch of lies followed by an accusation of being a bad friend? In less than an hour he had to be in the ring. Before that, there was the interview. He had to get ready. He wasn't even fully dressed. Yet he was paying all his attention to the letter.
I am sorry, Seth. By saying all this, I just wanted to make you see that there's no real reason to despise me. It appears to me that I'm doing exactly the opposite. Moreover, I'm acting like I myself don't like you very much. The truth is I do. I like you, and Roman – although I don't know you personally. But I presume that you both have to be amazing since you're Dean's best friends. He likes to talk about you, you know? And about Renee. He loves her, and I'm glad I could help make that relationship happen. As did you. As did Roman. So why not to be happy we all succeeded and made them realize they belong together? Make love, not war. Have you ever heard of that, Seth, my dear? Don't hate me; I don't believe there's a single reason for you to hate me. All I did was being Dean's friend – does it really have to matter that I used to be his girlfriend? I don't think so. The way I see it, I was Dean's friend, most of all – as you were Renee's. And I loved helping Dean. But it's your turn now. I'm leaving, and he won't be able to consult me about his problems. Now you need to take the responsibility, Seth. Not that Dean needs someone to guide him through life, but there are areas of life in which Dean isn't so experienced. You know that. But don't even think he's going to screw up. I know you think he is, but he's not. Believe in him, for God's sake. Please, let him know you're not going to condemn his decisions – so what if they're instinctive? Be there for him. And for Renee. I don't want to see all the trying to go to waste. Although I suppose I won't be there to see any of it. God. Would it be too much trouble for you to let me know how the story ended? Or don't. I'd like to live in an illusion 'And they lived happily ever after…'
Love,
Cassie.
That was it. Not a word for Dean.