Jun. 25th, 2009
OOM: Letter to Fi
Jun. 25th, 2009 11:11 pmFiona
I'm no good at writing letters, I'll start off with saying that. I tried to find you earlier - were you just refusing to answer your door? Doesn't matter, I'll leave this with the bar for you to find at your leisure.
So, I understand that you were angry with me this morning. Can you see why I was angry with you when you did the same thing to me on the beach? I suppose it was a bit different, seeing as we'd just had a good week together and I'm sorry if I upset you.
He sits back from the desk to light a cigarette and think about what he just wrote. Is he sorry? Well, yes. Though he's not quite sure why she got mad enough to pull a gun on him. Didn't she know that he'd have come back to bed after that shower?
I don't know what I'm supposed to say but I do know that I don't want to never see you again. I like being with you. Am I supposed to dress this up in flowery language? I can't do that in Spanish, let alone English. What is it you want to hear? I like being with you and I don't want to stop seeing you. That's the truth, no matter how much you don't seem to want to believe it.
You keep saying 'this is going to end badly' or 'this'll never last' and I've gone along with it but seeing as I can't ask you to your face right now (where are you, anyway?), I'll say it here - I've never understood why that's not true. Alright, I have Random but you have this Michael guy and I'm not complaining. It doesn't mean we can't enjoy being together and there's no reason for us to end every little argument with a gun or some threats.
That's going to get old for him really fast, he can tell. After the initial adrenaline from the argument had worn off yesterday, he'd had a nap and woken up just feeling deflated. He doesn't get what went wrong.
I was offended by what you said. It sounded like you were critisizing all the sex we'd had. And I fucking know you enjoyed it at the time so where did that come from? If there's another reason you were upset, just tell me what it was so I can fix it. I'm not good at writing letters and I'm not good at putting right things I don't know are wrong.
You may want me to be gone for good but I'm telling you now, I'm not buying that. And if you think I'll just let you go, you're wrong.
He thinks about that statement for a while - is she going to get pissed and think he's treating her like property? Or is she going to take it in the spirit he means it, ie, he thinks she's worth the effort? Hopefully the latter but you never can tell with her.
He lights a cigarette and tries to think of what else to say.
Lets try again. I've left some flowers and chocolates with this letter...
Girls like those, right?
...and I'm going to take you to Portugal for a holiday when I find you. Find some European shops with nice dresses in for you. And I
If you don't come find me, I'll come for you. To find you, I mean.
R
With the letter, Bar produces a beautiful orchid and a large box filled with a selection of the world's most expensive chocolates.