Letter Who: Cian What: Confused When: Current Where: Cottonwood Cove -> Searchlight Ratings G
The light was almost gone, the sun having disappeared behind the hills and the dusk dissolving into darkness. The pages were held between his fingers, his eyes roaming over the words again and again, hoping somehow he could draw something from them other than what he was feeling since the first time he'd read them. Since the dread had started to insinuate itself into his consciousness, and a cold lump had formed in his stomach.
'... the clusterfuck that is you and me...'
When I held things close to my chest;
When I refused to give up something as stupid as my car;
When I trusted unlikely people and not the ones you expected;
When I didn't know how to have an ordinary morning;
When I was better at using my body than telling you how I felt;
When I didn't like being questioned or having to explain;
When I claimed that I didn't know who I was, then deep down knew exactly who I was.
I also want you to know that I’m not broken. I am working as designed.
The last line leapt out at him each time his eyes passed over it, screaming into his brain, as he tried to think of when, or how he'd made her think she was broken. Or what he'd done...
Fingers folded the pages, and the back of his wrist scrubbed quickly across his eyes, then without any real conscious thought he stood, tucked the folded paper behind a box on the shelf, and rolled his shoulders.
A few moments later the large feline shape pushed the door open, and silently made its way down the steps, across to the hills behind the cabin and started a long loping stride toward Searchlight.