[IC] Special delivery
A few days after the fight, after probably the most tense and angry and awkward avoidance the school's seen to date, a mysterious padded manila envelope appears inside Clara's locker. Inside of the envelope is a messily scribbled letter (with what looks like dried tear marks on it, smudging the ink in some places) and a burnt CD with 'please listen' written on it in permanent marker.
I don't know what to say. I don't even know if you'll read this letter or listen to the CD. You might set them both on fire and I couldn't blame you at all for doing that, Siren. I know I fucked up bad. I could say I'm sorry until I run out of breath but there's more than that.
I should've known better. I don't know what the fuck I was thinking and that's a lame-ass excuse but I'm being honest. I don't have a clue why I decided to go and mess up everything like that. Maybe I was scared. Maybe the seriousness of us finally hit me and I wanted to run like some shitty little coward. I don't know.
I can't find the words to say to make this right again and maybe I don't deserve to. Maybe I don't deserve another chance. I will never feel the pain I've given you but if I could I would take it all away and suffer through it myself.
Fuck. I love you, Clara, I told you I would never lie about that and I mean it. I don't want us to end. I don't want to lose you. Ever. I'm not going to push talking on you but you have my number, you have my IM, you know how to contact me and I will listen no matter what time of the day it is. Please, please give me another chance.