Dear Fiona,
You've probably met Doug. Doug's the nurse that's with me for most of my treatments. He's actually pretty cool. Even if it's beside the point.
Do you remember when you were in that accident a couple of years ago? Well that's a rhetorical question, but that's what this letter is about.
It was during the summer, a camping trip up to your uncle's camp. Except for the fact you never made it. I don't really remember what the actual details were, because all I can remember is getting the call from your aunt.
Fiona Rothfield, seeing you that day was one of the worst things I have ever experienced. Because you were unconscious and you just looked so weak and small and wires and tubes were hooked up to you.
All of my life I thought that you were going to be the one seeing me like that. The doctors said you might not wake up. It was on that day that it became a possibility that I might lose my best friend.
Thank God you woke up a week later. After that things were... different. But in the end you were okay and I can't promise the same for myself.
This is why I cannot do it. I can't make you see me like that. Call me selfish, or selfless, or even stupid. But this is my reasoning and I can't back out of it now.
Yours,
Finn
YOU ARE READING
If I Found Finn (#Wattys2015)
ContoFiona Rothfield hates everything. - Or the one where she's trying to come to terms with losing her best friend and happiness isn't a feeling anymore. (a series of letters, dialogue, and mishappenings) short story #492 (3/14/15)
