Not sure why I love you

C1: A letter of your thoughts:

Unknown p.o.v:

"Where is she? She said she'd be here by now."

I paced around the room, Danny trying to calm me down, failing miserably. "You need to calm down and breathe."

The look he got shut him up, I wasn't sure whether it was for understanding or pity.

He kept on handing me soothing words, none of which I was paying attention to, until the knock on the door. The entire room stilled for a period of time.

Opening the door, I expected someone else. *Where is she?*

"Samantha, what are you doing here?"

Mute. Nothing. Why won't she f*****g talk so she can leave. But I feared the worst, but my anger would interrupt me as I spoke.

"Are you okay? Did you wanna tell me something or are you just going to stand there like a mute b***h?"

See, I have anger issues, but Samantha seemed to find her tongue, when she snapped back.

"Well actually I'm fine, I just came to drop something off." Pulling a letter put of her bag, she hands it to me. My finger grazed the rough material. "Who's it from?"

"Nicole said I had to give it to you.", "And where is she?" By now Daniel was next to me, the letter in his hand. "Why the f**k would she wanna see your damn face? I'm just a delivery girl, so don't think I'll wanna tell you something you don't actually want an answer to. Bye asshole, bye Daniel."

*That stung like a b***h, but I deserved it.*

"You want me to open it?", "No. I have to read this alone. Just leave, all of you out!"

Few of my friends gave groans of irritation, but most gave sympathetic looks, not that it mattered, I needed to read this letter.

My house was deserted, my family had left me here to wallow in my own sadness. Opening the letter, I read aloud:

'Dear Aydan

When I....'

When I was done reading, I threw it on my bed, screaming a dictionary of curses. I won't let her slip like this: "Like hell it's on Nicole Larsson."