Ryan Newman (
sugarpills) wrote2014-03-10 11:50 pm
dear charley

[ ryan sits at his suite, with an old calligraphy pen, and a piece of paper that looked like it was run over a few times. the layer that's still inside of him is screaming, pleading that he postpone the letter because it lacked even a speck of professionalism. but you couldn't be picky in zelien. he was just lucky this thing didn't smell like garbage. or something even worse. he pushes the pocket watch aside, supporting the paper on an old book he found. and he begins to write. ]
Dear Charley
Charley,
I know you probably don't want to read this right now. I'm pretty sure you don't
Charley, you have been
You're a beautiful woman, inside and out. There's no doubt that everyone agrees
Things happened that I really regret.
I don't know how to explain this. I want to tell you that it wasn't me that hurt you. I want to say that I didn't mean it at all and I never wanted to hurt you. There's nothing more I want to do than say than I don't know what happened and just to forget it. But none of that would make sense would it? I [ a few frustrated squiggles can be seen. ]
This is really hard. I don't know what to say other than I love you and that it wasn't
it wasn't me. I never wanted to hurt you before, and I don't want to hurt you now. I want to tell you everything's going to be okay and not to worry because it'll never happen again. But that sounds bad.
Thanks for reading this, Charley. And I really do love you, no matter what you think or what has happened.
Sincerely,
Ryan Newman

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[ Ryan could hardly feel his feet as he made his way to the recitation room. His palms were sweaty, and his guts were twisted into really painful knots. This kind of reminded him of when he was in high school, and he was bringing his date to see his father for the first time. Only a hundred times more stressful. Or maybe two.
He nibbled on his lip as he hoisted the two blankets up, making sure that they didn't touch the ground. Might as well not get them dirty yet. Not that he was expecting anything to happen. He was really happy that Charley couldn't read minds or anything, because if she heard anything that he was thinking, she'd probably run away. It made sense.
Ryan jumped when he heard something. Was it…? ] Ch-charley? [ Did his voice break? His voice definitely cracked. Embarrassing as usual, Ryan Newman. ]
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The tables had been shoved out of the little room before Ryan got there; they could have tried to sit on them, but Charley's pretty sure they would have fallen apart under their weight. So, out they went, leaving the room bare except for her and the blanket she brought herself.
She gets to her feet when she hears footsteps, heart pounding for a miriad of reasons. And then, when she hears Ryan's voice, she steps out of the doorway and into a shaft of light so he can see her.]
Yes...yes, it's me.
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And before he could do anything else, he feels a stab of guilt. It made his insides hurt, and his mind race. And everything went back to deserving vs. non-deserving. It was always like this for him; why did he do it to himself? Ryan was so nervous he could barely even think straight, let alone try and determine what was good for Charley rather than himself.
Could he try this just once?
Ryan took a few steps forward, struggling to hold back the urge to run. He couldn't do this now. ] You look…[ Then he paused. And after what felt like years of standing there and mentally beating himself up, he muttered: ] beautiful.
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Please stay.
When he finally speaks, her mouth curves in a wide smile and she closes the few paces between them in a half-run, throwing her arms around him with her face buried in his shoulder.
She doesn't say anything. Not yet. She just clings tightly to him.]
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When she throws her arms around her, and feels her rubbing into his shoulder, he's filled with relief. And sadness. And still a little guilt. But above it all, there's this wonderful feeling of joy that he hasn't felt in forever. It was mind-numbing, and left this funny tingling in his fingertips. Before he knows it, Ryan feels tears sliding down his cheeks.
What should he say? There's one thing that comes to mind…but let's not say it. She knows. ] I missed you.
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I missed you too, darling.
[Her voice is soft, quiet, and wavering just a bit with the tears she won't shed. Not tonight. Ryan should see her happy. He needs to know she's alright, and that everything will be okay between them.]
Come on. It will be much warmer in the room when we get inside and close the doors.
[She reaches down to take his hand, threading her fingers with his, leading him towards the small room. It would never be big enough for anyone to live in, but it's good enough for two to spend an evening.]