The door clicked shut and she fastened the chain. With the room empty there was no avoiding the rectangular envelope sitting on the bed like the purple elephant in the room. Slipping the pills from her bag and popping three of them, Faith sat down on the comforter. It took forty minutes of staring at it before she gave in and slipped a finger nail under the flap to get at the letter inside.
The distinctive scrawl of Sam's writing greeted her as she began to read. A gamut of emotions worked through her, anger and sadness the predominant two. Despite Sam's best efforts to cross out certain parts, she was still able to make them out and it made her heart clench painfully in her chest. It wasn't until a water droplet fell onto the page in her hand that she realized she'd even started crying, wondering just what the hell had been going through his mind as he'd been writing.
Wiping away her tears with an angry hand she put the letter on the night stand to splash water over her face. This wasn't something she could deal with. She was tired and cold, angry and also painfully numb. In a fit of desperate anger she swept everything that had been on the counter off of it and taking some small satisfaction in the sound of glass shattering. It set her off and spurred her on until she was mindlessly tearing apart whatever she could get her hands on.
It wasn't until much later, once most of the major pieces of furniture in the room had been destroyed, that she collapsed in the middle of the room and let herself cry.
Sam was gone, and so was any chance she had of telling him what he'd meant to her. It was the last thought she had when the pills and alcohol finally took effect and she slipped into a fitful sleep.
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The door clicked shut and she fastened the chain. With the room empty there was no avoiding the rectangular envelope sitting on the bed like the purple elephant in the room. Slipping the pills from her bag and popping three of them, Faith sat down on the comforter. It took forty minutes of staring at it before she gave in and slipped a finger nail under the flap to get at the letter inside.
The distinctive scrawl of Sam's writing greeted her as she began to read. A gamut of emotions worked through her, anger and sadness the predominant two. Despite Sam's best efforts to cross out certain parts, she was still able to make them out and it made her heart clench painfully in her chest. It wasn't until a water droplet fell onto the page in her hand that she realized she'd even started crying, wondering just what the hell had been going through his mind as he'd been writing.
Wiping away her tears with an angry hand she put the letter on the night stand to splash water over her face. This wasn't something she could deal with. She was tired and cold, angry and also painfully numb. In a fit of desperate anger she swept everything that had been on the counter off of it and taking some small satisfaction in the sound of glass shattering. It set her off and spurred her on until she was mindlessly tearing apart whatever she could get her hands on.
It wasn't until much later, once most of the major pieces of furniture in the room had been destroyed, that she collapsed in the middle of the room and let herself cry.
Sam was gone, and so was any chance she had of telling him what he'd meant to her. It was the last thought she had when the pills and alcohol finally took effect and she slipped into a fitful sleep.