Erin had felt terrible. She was worried, confused and a little hurt. Trying too hard was her curse and that was something she had done yesterday. Asking Amalia to sit with them... She just wanted Alain to be happy. She just wanted him to have a life that was working and moving together. She hadn't meant to...
Erin had warned Cassie. Asked her not to share her feelings with Alain. She knew it was unfair, a little selfish... but she was afraid of this. Afraid that the confusion and pull of emotion would tear him apart. Would cause him to lose focus. Get tired. And she was somewhat right. When he came into the inn that morning he looked... like the living dead. She was scared. terrified. Being tired and worn down would only get him killed.
That was a blow she knew she couldn't handle.
Their relationship was strange. It killed her sometimes. Things that ran through her head that were completely unkosher. Unrequited and stupid. He wasn't a brother as much as the boy next store. And whatever strange emotions went back and forth would always stay unrequited. That was the timbre of their relationship. That was the point.
But now.. it had become strained. Taught and pulled. Since Storm she wasn't sure where her and Alain stood, and it was eating her up inside. Erin had many friends, but few she could open up to. Few that would care. She had thought Alain one of these, and thought she was that to him. Now, she wasn't so sure.
Cassie had left her with her phone and went upstairs. Whatever anger and hurt he had, he wanted to share with her. And that was completely normal, right? They were *together,* that was her place. Not Erin's. And it wasn't her place to ask Amalia over. She sighed.
They had drank together. Her and Cassie. Gotten as trashed as Erin wanted to every night of the week. And then they both passed out. Erin awoke just after Cassie left, and she herself wandered out of the inn. Still drunk, she got an idea...
Once outside the inn, she took a seat on a concrete bench. A pen and a piece of paper taken out and she began her scribbling.
Alain,
I'm sorry I went and put myself in your business. I don't know; I'm worried. I want to help you, take some of the burden off, and it just dawned on me that perhaps, that is not my place. I thought that making an effort to accept Amalia would help you out.... clearly, I was very wrong.
I want things to go back to normal with us, at least as best as they can. I'm... I'm going through a really hard time right now, and I need my friends. I need you. I'd like to think that you can lean on me when you need to. That we can be friends. Though, I'm starting to see how that can be a problem now... I just...
I don't know. I have very little to say. I just... please dont' hate me. Don't avoid talking to me if you need it. And know that I will keep myself out of your business from now on. It is not my place.
Please accept this, my apology, and know that I only try to be a good friend. Forgive my failures.
E
Erin stepped back into the inn: letter in one hand and a very premature tulip in the other. She climbed the stairs and left the letter folded neatly, along with the purple, barely open tulip. She hoped he'd find it. Hoped this could finally pass. They all had much bigger battles to fight.
Erin had warned Cassie. Asked her not to share her feelings with Alain. She knew it was unfair, a little selfish... but she was afraid of this. Afraid that the confusion and pull of emotion would tear him apart. Would cause him to lose focus. Get tired. And she was somewhat right. When he came into the inn that morning he looked... like the living dead. She was scared. terrified. Being tired and worn down would only get him killed.
That was a blow she knew she couldn't handle.
Their relationship was strange. It killed her sometimes. Things that ran through her head that were completely unkosher. Unrequited and stupid. He wasn't a brother as much as the boy next store. And whatever strange emotions went back and forth would always stay unrequited. That was the timbre of their relationship. That was the point.
But now.. it had become strained. Taught and pulled. Since Storm she wasn't sure where her and Alain stood, and it was eating her up inside. Erin had many friends, but few she could open up to. Few that would care. She had thought Alain one of these, and thought she was that to him. Now, she wasn't so sure.
Cassie had left her with her phone and went upstairs. Whatever anger and hurt he had, he wanted to share with her. And that was completely normal, right? They were *together,* that was her place. Not Erin's. And it wasn't her place to ask Amalia over. She sighed.
They had drank together. Her and Cassie. Gotten as trashed as Erin wanted to every night of the week. And then they both passed out. Erin awoke just after Cassie left, and she herself wandered out of the inn. Still drunk, she got an idea...
Once outside the inn, she took a seat on a concrete bench. A pen and a piece of paper taken out and she began her scribbling.
Alain,
I'm sorry I went and put myself in your business. I don't know; I'm worried. I want to help you, take some of the burden off, and it just dawned on me that perhaps, that is not my place. I thought that making an effort to accept Amalia would help you out.... clearly, I was very wrong.
I want things to go back to normal with us, at least as best as they can. I'm... I'm going through a really hard time right now, and I need my friends. I need you. I'd like to think that you can lean on me when you need to. That we can be friends. Though, I'm starting to see how that can be a problem now... I just...
I don't know. I have very little to say. I just... please dont' hate me. Don't avoid talking to me if you need it. And know that I will keep myself out of your business from now on. It is not my place.
Please accept this, my apology, and know that I only try to be a good friend. Forgive my failures.
E
Erin stepped back into the inn: letter in one hand and a very premature tulip in the other. She climbed the stairs and left the letter folded neatly, along with the purple, barely open tulip. She hoped he'd find it. Hoped this could finally pass. They all had much bigger battles to fight.