Sep 04, 2007 18:35
Marlene is snooping around Lionel's room, determined to find where he keeps the bloody letters he apparently writes to her. She knows she promised Amos she'd stop being so nosy... it's her New Year's Resolution... but she promised him. Not Lionel. This is fair game.
letters,
lionel
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Jesus fucking Christ, Marlene, you are unbelievable. I honestly have no idea why I ever even wanted to move in with you. Should have known you’d be a hormonal fucking bitch half the time.
What the fuck are you doing, thinking about dying? You are SUCH a drama queen. Get over yourself, Marlene, Jesus. If you have something to tell me, then goddamn tell me! I hate hate hate hate hate hate HATE when you pull this shit. I am so sick and tired of playing your stupid little games whatever you want until you just decide you HATE EVERYTHING and LEAVE.
God, what kind of a masochist am I?
Don’t fucking lead me on like this anymore, okay? Love me or hate me, Marlene, I CAN’T STAND THIS IN BETWEEN ANYMORE.
Just stop making me think that maybe one day it might work, okay? BUGGER FUCK I HATE THIS PLACE.
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*squeezes hands and storms up to him in the kitchen, slamming it down on the counter*
The fuck is this?
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Well, I don't know, I can't tell. Give us a look.
*looks at it*
*quickly crumples it up and puts it in his pocket*
It's nothing.
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Since you hate being here with me so much, I'll just go.
*storms off the other way towards her room, pulling out a suitcase and starting to fill it up*
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*follows her into her room and leans against the doorframe*
Could have just fucking told me that sooner, you know. *nods towards her diary*
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What?
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*strides across the room, opens her diary to the appropriate entry and puts it roughly into her hands*
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What about it? I was mad, so what? That's not nearly as bad as what you said about me. *lip quivers and she suppresses a sob*
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This, Marlene? *takes the diary from her* This wouldn't be so bad if it ever changed. You absolutely cannot tell me you don't still think that. *tosses/throws it back down onto her bed*
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It'd dated October 15, and if you hadn't noticed, it's January. I don't know what you're playing at.
*keeps filling suitcase, not bothering to fold anything*
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Doesn't mean it's changed, Marlene.
*watches her pack and clenches his fists*
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*notices him watching* Oh, I'm sorry, is this too DRAMA QUEEN FOR YOU?
*throws some clothes in his face and zips suitcase quickly before pulling it off her bed and heading for her door*
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*drops her clothes on the floor and shouts after her*
You are NEVER fair to me, you know that?
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YOU WANT FAIR?
*storms back, picks up her diary and pushes it against his chest*
Read the rest, duck.
*spits the last word, grabs suitcase, and storms out the apartment*
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*storms around the house for a while, looking for something to distract himself*
*can't find anything*
*reluctantly returns to the diary*
*roughly opens it and reads*
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24 October
He's a Death Eater.
I can't breathe. I can't breathe. My best friend. He's my best friend. I can't breathe.
26 October
I had a nightmare last night where two doors led to the future, I just had to pick. And I picked one and Lionel was there, and he killed me.
I miss the old dream. The one where I picked the other door and he was there and there were dogs and kids running around and it just made me happy.
I know I shouldn't talk to him--I just need to move on--but I can't. It's been a day and I already miss him so much, my stomach's in knots. I can't eat, I can't sleep, and I can't concentrate on anything. And I see him in the halls or in class and I want to go chat and set up a silly date in the library and just be our goofy selves.
I can't stop crying. Merlin, look at this parchment, it's ruined. Ink's gone everywhere.
I miss my Lionel.
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