The World As It Is ; m.c.

Tendency To Fall.

Letter

noun

2. a romantic way to express feelings of love in written form.

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Final Exams had ended, but I was still stressing out, wondering how I'd done. I was heading back to my house soon to spend the break with my family. Also, I'd get to see Michael for the first time since we left for University. Besides the pixelated Skype calls, I hadn't seen him since that morning when my Dad had driven me away from him. Tomorrow, he was driving here to pick me up.

It'd been hard not seeing him, I missed him. I had asked him to be my best friend while I was at University, after the one skype call when I had broken down when he told me that he loved me. Missing my best friend was bad enough, I couldn't deal with any other feelings when I was separated from him.

Dawn was aware of this. Throughout the time I'd been here, Dawn had tried her hardest to reappear in my life. Writing herself back into my story, as Pluto put it. Even though, she knew now about Michael and I, that hadn't stopped her from trying.

The pain had left and so had the anger eventually, but I still couldn't be in the same room as Dawn. It wasn't particulary easy to not be in the same room as her, since she was almost always in my room, thanks to the fact that she seemed to be best friends with Pluto.

Usually if she was in my room, I would just grab a book and leave. Ignoring the sound of Dawn calling my name and telling me 'it was alright'.

I got off my bed, looking through the books that littered my desk. I picked up a few books before I came across one of my old favourites. I hadn't seen it since I had gotten here and I thought that maybe I had left it behind. When I opened it up, a couple of folded papers fell out, landing on my floor. I groaned, realizing that my old copy had finally met its end before I could read it one last time.

I leaned down, picking up what I assumed were pages from my book. I reopened my book, ready to put the pages back in when I found my book intact, all it's chapters still in place. Staring curiously at the paper in my hand, I unfolded them. I could barely make out the words before someone knocked on my door.

"I didn't move the Twilight book this time, Pluto," I shouted, shifting my eyes to the door.

"I see that."

"You're not Pluto," I mumbled, frowning. I held my book in my hand, ready to leave so Dawn could wait in our room for Pluto.

"You don't have to leave just because I'm here." Dawn frowned, sticking out her hand as if she was going to physically stop me from leaving my room.

"Why do you think I'm leaving?" I asked coldly. I hadn't meant for it to come out that way, but it had.

"Can you just talk to me? I missed you. I miss you," Dawn corrected, "when you came back, I thought everything was going to be as it was. I didn't know that you and Michael..."

I didn't want to have this conversation with her again. I stepped forward, trying to leave, but Dawn blocked the exit, trapping me in the room with her. I contemplated pushing her over and just walking out or maybe I could leave through the window. I wonder if the fall would hurt less than this conversation.

"Yeah, Michael and I. Anytime you've wanted to talk to me you seem to forget that little fact," I answered coldly, hoping that maybe she would get the hint and just let me leave.

"I thought that everything was going to be perfect again. It turned out that that the moment I left, you ran off with Michael!" Dawn yelled. "Do you know how much that hurts? I thought you loved me, but apparently I'm nothing to you."