Things I'll Never Say (locked for professor_w)

[enduring_pryde]

As it is approximately twelve-thirty, I just got in from my session with Maureen. She was pleased with my journal entry, and I was surprised to admit that I was as well. Though I hesitated at first with what I was writing, I started opening up to the topic. Thinking Dylan is important to me is one thing, but seeing it on the screen is something

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[professor_w]

*When Pete got back to his flat for the first time that week, there was the usual pile of mail waiting for him, clogging the door. Junk, mostly. And one envelope addressed in a barely-legible scrawl, with a neatly printed and utterly baffling letter inside

[enduring_pryde]

On her return home, she took that letter and reviewed it again. Those were words she had produced from deep inside of her, but they weren't everything she felt. Wisdom was--even in her words to describe him--a difficult person to nail down. She couldn't burn the letter, not yet. Perhaps she needed to edit the writing. Though, then she would ruin the authenticity of the writing. Was the assignment not about capturing your emotions in words in the best way possible at any moment in time? Maureen had specificially told her not to think hard on this, but to write what she felt. But she couldn't put the paper to the flame. She had to wait on it. For whatever reason, she just couldn't accept turning those feelings to ash. She carried the paper to her locked filing cabinet and filed it away

[professor_w]

Oh, great. A whole letter of pouring out her heart, and now she felt like playing games. He typed a quick response:

Cute, Pryde. "Dear Pete: Six years goes kind of fast, doesn’t it? I mean, that’s two times the years that we were together." That enough of a reference point for you, or should I keep going?It occurred to him, after he'd sent the e-mail, that the letter might've been a prank. Pretty likely, actually. Printed letter, handwriting on the envelope obviously wasn't hers... but the point of that would be what, exactly? Sad to say, he could think of a few guys who'd probably think stirring up trouble between Pete and his ex would be a laugh riot. But the letter didn't have the feel of that. The letter sounded like Pryde

[enduring_pryde]

She was still stunned and staring at the screen when a new threaded message popped into her e-mail box. He must be currently sitting at his computer, she thought