Multi fandom Imagines

Short story

With a blazing rage she threw the letter to the ground.

"No, no, no" she chanted to herself proclaiming her own resentment

A sorry could not fix what happened, and even if it could- what is she just supposed to say, okay!?

Fury filled her soul pacing left and right

She couldn't stand him- better yet she was repulsed by even the thought of him....

So then why was it that he would not leave her thoughts?

The way he carried himself, his voice smooth as a brass trumpet playing her favorite tune, his clever brain and the thoughts he never stopped sharing no matter how spontaneous they were, his flirtatious manner of socializing, his auburn eyes and mahogany hair- or was it the other way around?
No...
no
no.

God she felt plagued.

A shiver of anxiety shook her spine looking down at the letter on the wood floor. How dare a piece of paper make her so scared...

He could've just up and left and not sent a letter at all!
Yes!
That is what she would've wanted. No further communication, just silence on both ends.

Right?
....

Wait no- no silence even when he wasn't around. There was no silence for her mind was on overdrive. A constant flow of words, thoughts, playing- shuffling- forcing her to worry.

So why is it that she doesn't want a letter from the man who ripped her heart to shreds?

Well that's just it... he left her broken but her mind will not let it go

She begs and begs
Let it go.

It was those final words that kept replaying shouting in her head.

"I'm sorry"

Oh? He's sorry?
He's sorry.
"He's Sorry??"
"He's sorry?!"
"He's sorry?!??"
"HES SORRY!?"

Oh yes. He will be sorry...

"Ma'am"

Oh- now that is a different voice.

"Yes?" She snapped back to reality looking up to the man speaking to her

"I regret to inform you that, your fiancé was found dead..." he looks down uncomfortable with the job of telling her

Well she had already known that much

"Thank you" she said slowly fighting the corners of her mouth to keep them from turning into a wicked smile

As she stood up she felt a single tear roll down her cheek.

Why is it that we can allow ourselves to miss someone whom brought us so much pain?

She would never know the answer and for once in a long time, there was only one voice rattling inside her brain.
Her own? Perhaps. She couldn't really hear it at this moment.

Her only thoughts now were some along the lines of

"Should we find the girl next and do the same to her?"
and
"I wonder how much I can get for this engagement ring?"