acidpop25: "P.S.," G
Title: P.S.
Author: acidpop25
Rating: G
Prompt Set: 50.4
Prompt: #34, "Yours"
Word Count: 183. Lame, I know.
Summary: A letter from Percy.
Warning(s): None
Notes: Yeah, so, I decided I should maybe get off my butt and actually work on my tables again...
Fine. It's over; it's done. I'm through.
I'm through accepting convention. Through staring limits in the face and then looking away, turning away. I guess you were right all along. Maybe I was never the smart one in ways that mattered.
But this isn't a promise. I can't promise anyone this, even you, I can't promise that I'll always live for myself because, don't you see, there's a chance I'll break it, all the same. I don't break my promises.
I have no idea what to do with myself now, I hope you realise. I haven't lived a life made for independence; I've lived a life made for approval. I should think you know that much by now, if you know anything at all. You've thrown the few certainties I still had in this mess of a war up into the air, you know. Because it was you, no one else, who did it. Don't forget that. I'm doing this because of you. I'm uncertain and directionless, and it's all your fault.
I hope you're happy now.
Yours,
Percy
P.S. I love you.
Author: acidpop25
Rating: G
Prompt Set: 50.4
Prompt: #34, "Yours"
Word Count: 183. Lame, I know.
Summary: A letter from Percy.
Warning(s): None
Notes: Yeah, so, I decided I should maybe get off my butt and actually work on my tables again...
Fine. It's over; it's done. I'm through.
I'm through accepting convention. Through staring limits in the face and then looking away, turning away. I guess you were right all along. Maybe I was never the smart one in ways that mattered.
But this isn't a promise. I can't promise anyone this, even you, I can't promise that I'll always live for myself because, don't you see, there's a chance I'll break it, all the same. I don't break my promises.
I have no idea what to do with myself now, I hope you realise. I haven't lived a life made for independence; I've lived a life made for approval. I should think you know that much by now, if you know anything at all. You've thrown the few certainties I still had in this mess of a war up into the air, you know. Because it was you, no one else, who did it. Don't forget that. I'm doing this because of you. I'm uncertain and directionless, and it's all your fault.
I hope you're happy now.
Yours,
Percy
P.S. I love you.