Snippet #2181900

Lacey listened to him explain the tragedy of his guitar and how he was going through withdrawal. "Poor baby. You need to get her fixed." Lacey often called his guitar a girl because she believed that the guitar she could be a girl. Lacey pulled her legs off of Jay and leaned on him instead. She opened her notebook and read over the letter she wrote in the cafeteria. It wasn't done yet. She closed it again.

Jay proposed a deal. The deal was that Lacey finish whatever she was writing and he would fix his guitar and come to play her a new song. She pretended to think about the deal as of it were a hard decision. He nudged her and she agreed. "Deal." She was going to finish it even if they never made a deal.

Lacey pulled out her pencil, lofted her knees and placed the notebook in front of her.
...you have no idea- That's where se stopped when Jay entered the canteen. She thought for a moment and smiled because she had the idea.

...You have no idea how hard it is to right to you. First of all there is no way you can respond so it is a waste of my time. And second of all the mailman doesn't deliever letters to a tombstone. I will have to take it to you and read it. So again I repeat my earlier statement. I hate you. I hate you because I loved you and I thought you loved me. I hate you because saved me and it ended your life. You weren't suppose to die my death. I hate you because you will stop saying 'I love you' to me. I hate myself for losing my one true love. So now, here I am wanting to die along with you. But I couldn't bring myself to do it when you first died, but now things have changed. By the time I finish the letter she be covered in my blood. I hate you, but only because I love you. In order to be runited with you my life has to come to a complete end.

From your Enemy,
Your true love

Lacey read it from beginning to end and closed the notebook. "I'm done, but you can't see it until the guitar is fixed." She smiled and put the notebook away.