Title: The Letter Just Sits There

Author: CarpeSomeDiem

Email: carpesomediem@gmail.com

Feedback: Any and all is appreciated, criticisms taken willingly.

Archiving: Ask and ye shall receive!

Rating: G

Fandom: Popular

Pairing(s): B/S, sort of

Spoilers: None

Summary: A letter mocks its writer.

Warning/Disclaimer: Slash, slash, and more slash.  Touchstone, the bane of my existence through ownership and so much more legal jargon I can shake a stick at angrily.

Author's Notes: * sigh * Poor Brooke and Sammy... I just love to torture the latter so...

The letter mocks me with a certain air of defiance.  There’s no reason it should still sit there, but it does, and no matter how many times I enter her room with a reason to set it a flame with the lighter I always bring with me, I just can’t torch it.

I just can’t, and as much as it kills me to admit it, secretly, I could never bring any harm to that letter.  It would be like hurting her, and she’s already been hurt enough.

She’s laying there in that hospital bed.  It should be me.  It should be Nicole.  It should be anybody but her.  She doesn’t deserve this.  She never did.  Nevertheless, she’s lying there in that hospital bed all alone, because she hasn’t woken up, yet… and it’s been four months.

Four months since I wrote that letter… that letter that now sits emptily on her desk amidst pictures, unfinished chemistry assignments, and hair products.  It’s a disgustingly sick tribute almost, considering a half consumed Diet Coke also sits on that desk.  Nobody’s had the heart to clean off the desk and wipe away the dust bunnies gathered as time goes ever on day-after-day without so much as a care in the world as her life wastes away.

I remember when I wrote the letter, the day before junior prom, the day before Harrison made his choice.  It wasn’t his fault that this had happened; sometimes I think it’s solely my fault.  If I would’ve just given her the letter instead of carefully placing it on her desk right before we left the Palace for the restaurant that night so that she would find it the next day when she arrived home exhausted from a night of dancing and partying.

Sitting in my bed, I thought carefully how I would tell her how I felt.  Then, it just came to me, and I started writing with a fervor I’d never known in my life.

There’s something you need to know.  I’ve never had the courage to tell you to your face for a million different reasons but tonight is different.  Tonight, no matter who Harrison chooses, I know in my heart that it’ll be the wrong choice.  I know now that there’s only one person in this world that I love more than life itself, and that’s you.  It’s always been you.  It could be nobody but you.  You just need to know that.  I love you.  I’ve always loved you.  And I just thought you should know.

Now, she lies in her bed at the hospital oblivious to the world as she lies in her coma, because she never went to prom and she never came home to read my letter.

So, for now, I’ll just visit the letter everyday before I go to bed.  Just like I visit her everyday at the hospital before school.  Until she comes home, reads the letter, and says, “I love you, too, Sam.”