The Letter
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Category:
Angst › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
614
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
The Letter
The Letter
“I’ve given the last letter away,” the words seemed so dismal spoken within the damp storage closet beneath the stairs. The words seemed inadequate.
“You didn’t have to do that, we could have kept the last one for a while longer,” her voice was resigned. There was no pleading, no begging left in her. She had spent the last eight months keeping him afloat, the last eight days hiding the letters. But he had found every one.
“I had too,” he told her for the fourth time that hour. “I can’t give them a promise and not carry through.”
She scowled, even without light he could tell she was scowling at him. “You know that’s not true. That’s not why you gave them away. You’ve lied all the time before, this was no different.”
He knew she was right. “Doesn’t change the fact hat the letters are gone,” he said, unwilling to speak the other words aloud, the words she meant for him to say.
“You’re a coward!” her voice was a scream within a whisper. It reverberated within his mind rather than the room.
“I know,” he said his head down, eyes closed to the darkness.
Fingers, soft as a child no older than a day, lifted his face. “I will be right here until you manage,” her tone held the expectation of tears. “I’ve always been here, I won’t leave now. Take your time.”
The fingers upon his skin retreated. For a moment he thought she had vanished, but her breathing kept him still. She was still there, just like she promised.
Taking a deep breath he began, the explanation. “I told them everything. They know now. About what I did to you. The letters are all sent, to your family and mine. They know how I found you in the bathtub, the razor still in your hand. They know that when I found you…you were still breathing. I told them how you whispered your request and how I sunk the blade into your thigh, into the vein. They know I killed you…they know I loved you…”
“You didn’t have to tell,” she whispered one last time.
“No…but then again, I did.”
She reached forward, ghosting fingers searching out his hand to still the gun. To late her hands passed through his. Her hands slipped through his as he pulled the trigger. The shot rang with the force of the world dropping.
Beneath the stairs, next to a box of Christmas decorations, a man spills blood upon the wooden floor. Left hand holds a gun, the right, a letter slowly turning red.
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A/N: please R&R
“I’ve given the last letter away,” the words seemed so dismal spoken within the damp storage closet beneath the stairs. The words seemed inadequate.
“You didn’t have to do that, we could have kept the last one for a while longer,” her voice was resigned. There was no pleading, no begging left in her. She had spent the last eight months keeping him afloat, the last eight days hiding the letters. But he had found every one.
“I had too,” he told her for the fourth time that hour. “I can’t give them a promise and not carry through.”
She scowled, even without light he could tell she was scowling at him. “You know that’s not true. That’s not why you gave them away. You’ve lied all the time before, this was no different.”
He knew she was right. “Doesn’t change the fact hat the letters are gone,” he said, unwilling to speak the other words aloud, the words she meant for him to say.
“You’re a coward!” her voice was a scream within a whisper. It reverberated within his mind rather than the room.
“I know,” he said his head down, eyes closed to the darkness.
Fingers, soft as a child no older than a day, lifted his face. “I will be right here until you manage,” her tone held the expectation of tears. “I’ve always been here, I won’t leave now. Take your time.”
The fingers upon his skin retreated. For a moment he thought she had vanished, but her breathing kept him still. She was still there, just like she promised.
Taking a deep breath he began, the explanation. “I told them everything. They know now. About what I did to you. The letters are all sent, to your family and mine. They know how I found you in the bathtub, the razor still in your hand. They know that when I found you…you were still breathing. I told them how you whispered your request and how I sunk the blade into your thigh, into the vein. They know I killed you…they know I loved you…”
“You didn’t have to tell,” she whispered one last time.
“No…but then again, I did.”
She reached forward, ghosting fingers searching out his hand to still the gun. To late her hands passed through his. Her hands slipped through his as he pulled the trigger. The shot rang with the force of the world dropping.
Beneath the stairs, next to a box of Christmas decorations, a man spills blood upon the wooden floor. Left hand holds a gun, the right, a letter slowly turning red.
____________________
A/N: please R&R