*owl sent to Gideon a few days after the present exchange*
*slightly tear splodged, with some of the ink running at the bottom, and the writing slightly wobbly*
Dear Gideon,
I think this may possibly be one of the hardest letters I'll ever write, for numerous reasons. So, you will have to forgive my, at times, lack of... Good wording, shall we say?
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*picks up his quill and pauses, not sure what he wants to write. He knows Fabian would write something sensible and understand like 'Amelia, I understand why you can't keep it--it's a gift and I got it for you, so I hope you know that I'm not going to give it away to anyone else and if you don't want to be my friend even I won't pretend like I'll hate that forever, but I'll try and accept it. But that's not Gid. So instead he writes what he feels*
Quitter.* ( ... )
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I know.
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*tears up her reply into two and tosses it then Apparates to her place and knocks on the door*
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*is shocked*
.... *almost whispered* Gideon?
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I... I know.
I just... couldn't.
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I'm right here.
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I can't, I can't, I can't!
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*drops hands to his side and tilts her chin up so that she meets his eyes (cus thus far eye contact has been seriouussslyy minimal)*
Quitter.
*smiles a bit more knowing that she knows he approved of this kind of quitting*
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Not any longer, I s'pose, bastard :P
*gives him another weak smile to show she doesn't actually think that he's a bastardo*
[OOC: Nevermind, I understand (thanks to Kirst and a little rereading of the thread)!]
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What the hell happened, Melia?
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*scuffs toe against the ground*
Um... Do you want to.... Er... Come in?
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It's kinda cold out here...
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Don't be ridiculous. Come on. *pulls him in behind her*
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