Apr 28, 2005 10:51
Dan sits down on his bed, running his fingers idly over a blank page in Nate's sketch book, a pencil in his hand, he begins to write.
This isn't just to you, well it's partly to you, but it's also to him. This part is for him.
I'm gone, that's really what this was about wasn't it? You not wanting me here anymore? Because I eat away at your insides and cause you to bleed for me, or any of that other poetic BS you tried to spew to me and convince me that it was love. There's nothing there, you sad, pathetic, waste of my time. If anything was there, it's gone. Get over it. Move on. Your part's done now.
You. I love you, so much. More than I have any right to. Don't think this is about you, because it isn't, at all. You're a good thing, you've always been a good thing, and no matter what happens in the future, you're always going to be a good thing. If you remember nothing else, remember that I love you with my whole heart.
Bye.
Dan slides the sketchbook under the pillow and shoulders the backpack he has set next to the bed. Taking a deep breath, he walks out to the hallway and shuts the door behind him.