RP: Tears on a borrowed bed
Date: October 20, 1999.
Characters: Katie Bell
Location: St. Mungo's.
Status: Private
Summary: Katie writes unsent letters.
Completion: Complete
Katie sat on her bed and stared at the blank parchment in front of her.
Sometimes it helps to write letters. Say the things you've always wanted to say and don't hold back. And then, instead of sending them, you burn them. It can be incredibly cathartic.
Healer Claire's suggestion made sense, but Katie was afraid that once she started, she wouldn't be able to stop. And what if it only made her feel worse? And who would she write to first? There were so many things she wanted to say to so many people. It seemed like an insurmountable task. But she had to try. She wasn't going to get better if she just hid away in her hospital bed and pretended that the real world didn't exist. So she picked up her quill and began to write.
Dean.
I love you. I hate you. No. I don't hate you. I hate the way you look at me and how you make me feel now. But I don't hate you. I know this is all my fault. I just wish you could have found it in your heart to forgive me. I want to go back in time to when we were happy. When our biggest problems were passing our NEWTS and withstanding Seamus' glares.
You're so beautiful. I don't think you realize that. I used to love watching you sleep; I could have done it forever. And your smile. I wonder if you'll ever smile like that for me again.
Part of me wishes I'd never taken the Morning After pill. This never would have happened if I'd been pregnant. We could have been parents together. Gotten married. Raises a family. Yeah, we're probably way too young for all of that, but I wanted that with you. I still do.
Marcus was a mistake. I fancy him and he knows how to tick all my boxes and we fit in a certain way, but I'll never love him. How could I after you?
You're the one. You'll always be the one. But you'll never know how much you mean to me.
Love always,
Katie
Katie wiped at her eyes and set the letter to Dean to one side. Then she got out a fresh piece of parchment and began writing again.
Characters: Katie Bell
Location: St. Mungo's.
Status: Private
Summary: Katie writes unsent letters.
Completion: Complete
Katie sat on her bed and stared at the blank parchment in front of her.
Sometimes it helps to write letters. Say the things you've always wanted to say and don't hold back. And then, instead of sending them, you burn them. It can be incredibly cathartic.
Healer Claire's suggestion made sense, but Katie was afraid that once she started, she wouldn't be able to stop. And what if it only made her feel worse? And who would she write to first? There were so many things she wanted to say to so many people. It seemed like an insurmountable task. But she had to try. She wasn't going to get better if she just hid away in her hospital bed and pretended that the real world didn't exist. So she picked up her quill and began to write.
Dean.
I love you. I hate you. No. I don't hate you. I hate the way you look at me and how you make me feel now. But I don't hate you. I know this is all my fault. I just wish you could have found it in your heart to forgive me. I want to go back in time to when we were happy. When our biggest problems were passing our NEWTS and withstanding Seamus' glares.
You're so beautiful. I don't think you realize that. I used to love watching you sleep; I could have done it forever. And your smile. I wonder if you'll ever smile like that for me again.
Part of me wishes I'd never taken the Morning After pill. This never would have happened if I'd been pregnant. We could have been parents together. Gotten married. Raises a family. Yeah, we're probably way too young for all of that, but I wanted that with you. I still do.
Marcus was a mistake. I fancy him and he knows how to tick all my boxes and we fit in a certain way, but I'll never love him. How could I after you?
You're the one. You'll always be the one. But you'll never know how much you mean to me.
Love always,
Katie
Katie wiped at her eyes and set the letter to Dean to one side. Then she got out a fresh piece of parchment and began writing again.