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This is one of my newest stories... Enjoy. Written September 3, 2000... As usual, my real name and other people's names are changed because frankly, it's none of your business. This is a sequel to "The Letter" and introduction based on "The Blank Page"

A Second Attempt
The Letter Part 2

We begin again. I don't know what came over me. My love for him just would not die. At least not without serious repercussions that I was unwilling to face. It was already hard enough trying to think clearly, did I really have to start on the path to self-destruction? It took a while but slowly feelings started to come back to me. I was whole again? Well not quite. So I decided maybe I should try again? Wasn't love supposed to be worth fighting for? Then again, movies lie. Books lie. True love only worked in stories.

Once again I felt the blood in my veins urging me to run as I woke up. Too defeated by thought, I listened. The chill of the early morning is too much like the chill of the grave, I thought as I ran out into the cold air. It wasn't until an hour later that I actually stopped to think. What WAS I running from?

Maybe I was running from the truth. I had no idea what I was doing. Words were meaningless or at least they wouldn't work for me anyway. I went with my friends to the Laundromat. I needed to be away... But needless to say, we had to come back sometime. I didn't expect every other comment spoken to be about Him. I ran off after dinner. It was raining... fitting. The rain could take my pain, I thought as the icy rain soaked me. One question nagged at me: Was the dream worth the Price? I slowly realized the rain WAS cold. Now or never, decide, I urged myself. Why did things have to be so damn complicated? Why couldn't it be simple?

I slowly walked to the dorm. His door was open. Flee or stay, decide. Stay. "Hey. It's raining," I said wringing out my hair and gesturing to my soaked "liberated" Wiz shirt.. It was a start anyway. And with that my words were gone. How the hell could I ever have a real relationship if I cannot speak?