Saying Goodbye
[ Saying goodbye is supposed to be easier by now. aidan_mutou struggles with an email to joey_wheeler, giving him warning of his departure, as he'd said he would over a year ago.
Backdated to May 1st, 2008. ]
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Joey,
After much debate and consideration, I have decided it is time to start travelling again. This necessarily means giving up my apartment in Spanish Harlem, as conscience and bank balance would quickly cry foul should I try to maintain it.
I hate to ask you to be the bearer of (potentially) bad news, but as I doubt I shall have time for visiting various and sundry of our young acquaintances, I thought to prevail upon you
Aidan stopped and stared blankly at the letters. Academics and obscure language. He was hiding words in words. Did it matter? Did he care?
He thought of how delighted Jeremiah had been to see him in January. How even the twins had warmed up to him eventually. And of Claire, who alternately fascinated and annoyed him. Four months gone, now, and what had he done? Abandoned connections again, too self-absorbed to consider his ripple effect.
He deleted the paragraphs and started over.
Joey,
I'm leaving New York: going travelling for a while. I thought it only fair to warn you, though I'm not in the habit of giving advance notice when the whim strikes. I'll be on the road in June -- not sure of the exact date yet.
Likewise, I'm not good at making time to say goodbye, so I hope you can pass on my regards to the kids. I do plan to swing back through to visit -- at some point -- but I won't be settling here again for a while.
I'll keep in touch -- well, as much as I usually do. You have my cell number, and my LJ address.
Take care,
~A
Backdated to May 1st, 2008. ]
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Joey,
After much debate and consideration, I have decided it is time to start travelling again. This necessarily means giving up my apartment in Spanish Harlem, as conscience and bank balance would quickly cry foul should I try to maintain it.
I hate to ask you to be the bearer of (potentially) bad news, but as I doubt I shall have time for visiting various and sundry of our young acquaintances, I thought to prevail upon you
Aidan stopped and stared blankly at the letters. Academics and obscure language. He was hiding words in words. Did it matter? Did he care?
He thought of how delighted Jeremiah had been to see him in January. How even the twins had warmed up to him eventually. And of Claire, who alternately fascinated and annoyed him. Four months gone, now, and what had he done? Abandoned connections again, too self-absorbed to consider his ripple effect.
He deleted the paragraphs and started over.
Joey,
I'm leaving New York: going travelling for a while. I thought it only fair to warn you, though I'm not in the habit of giving advance notice when the whim strikes. I'll be on the road in June -- not sure of the exact date yet.
Likewise, I'm not good at making time to say goodbye, so I hope you can pass on my regards to the kids. I do plan to swing back through to visit -- at some point -- but I won't be settling here again for a while.
I'll keep in touch -- well, as much as I usually do. You have my cell number, and my LJ address.
Take care,
~A