Lesbian one shots

Dear darlin' - Katie x OC

Katie in present = Italic
Autumn when writing the letter = Normal

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Katie Boulter x Autumn Smith

Katie's hands tremble as she unfolds the paper. The envelope is soft, as if it's been handled too many times, the edges worn from travel. Her fingers trace her name, "Autumn," written in the delicate handwriting she's always loved, now carrying the weight of a thousand unsaid things. She exhales, slow and deliberate, as if preparing for a blow she can't see coming.

The letter inside feels heavier than paper should. She holds it, not yet reading, but feeling it.

Autumn knows her well enough to imagine the hesitation, the battle in her mind. She's not there to tell her it's okay to read it, so she hopes her words will do the talking for her. Katie sits down at the kitchen table, the chair scraping against the tiles, the sound piercing the silence. With one last breath, she begins.

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Dear darlin',

Please excuse my writing. I can't stop my hands from shaking, 'Cause I'm cold and alone tonight. And I miss you and nothing hurts like not seeing you. And if my words break through the wall and meet you at your door. All I can say is, "Girl, I mean them all..."

This isn't how it was supposed to be. I'm sitting here in this cell, trying to figure out how everything fell apart so fast. You'd laugh if you could see me now me, who could never sit still for more than five minutes, now stuck in a room where time doesn't mean anything. It's like the clocks don't even tick here. They just... exist. Like I do.

I miss you. God, I miss you so much.

I'm not supposed to be here. I didn't do it. You know that, don't you? You have to know that. But I don't even know how to explain what happened. The memory plays in my head over and over, but each time, it feels like I'm missing pieces. Like someone's ripped out the most important part of the picture, and I'm left staring at the blank space, wondering how everything got so wrong.

It was almost midnight when I started writing this letter. The others are asleep, or pretending to be. Sometimes it's hard to tell here. Some of them don't like to be seen as vulnerable, like it's a weakness. A disease that'll plague your mind and body. Maybe it is. I've seen things in this place, Katie, things I never thought I'd have to see. It changes you. I can feel it happening to me, too, and I hate it. I don't want it to happen, but I'm scared that maybe I won't have a choice.

My cell is cold. I didn't think I'd mind that. At first. I've always liked the cold. But... this kind of cold is different. It creeps into your bones, settles in deep, and it doesn't go away. I wrap the thin blanket around me tighter, but it doesn't help. Nothing really helps.

The guard walked past a minute ago, shining his flashlight into the room like he's trying to catch someone doing something. As if there's anything to do in here. I hear his keys jangle as he moves away, his heavy footsteps fading into the distance.

And then I'm alone again. Completely alone.

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Katie pauses in her reading, eyes brimming with unshed tears, staring at the shaky handwriting. She takes a sip of water, but it does little to calm the tightness in her throat. Her thumb traces over the inked words, willing herself to keep going. She knows that if she stops now, it'll all feel too real.

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I don't know where to start. You know how I've always been bad at explaining things. It wasn't supposed to go like this. I never meant for any of it to happen.

It was the party. You remember that night, don't you? I didn't even want to go, but you convinced me. "It'll be fun," you said. It feels like a lifetime ago now. I was fine at first, trying to stay in the corner, away from the noise. But then he showed up. You know who I mean. Ryan.

He was drunk. Too drunk. Stumbling over himself, saying things that didn't make sense. I didn't think much of it at the time. People get like that at parties, you know? But then he started getting in my face, accusing me of things I didn't do. Things I wouldn't even dream of. And I froze, Katie. I don't know why, but I just... froze.

I can hear his voice now, clear as day, even though I wish I couldn't. He said I'd ruined his life, that it was all my fault. I tried to walk away, I swear I did, but he wouldn't let me. He grabbed my arm, hard enough to bruise. I panicked. Everything after that is a blur.

There was shouting. More people came. I remember trying to get him off me, and then... then he was on the ground.

I didn't hit him, Katie. I didn't push him. He just... fell. And now he's in a coma. And I'm here.

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Katie's hands shake as she clutches the letter tighter. The memory of that night floods her mind. She had been inside when it all happened. By the time she got outside, there was chaos. Lots of flashing lights, sirens, people shouting over each other. She remembers the way Autumn looked... Pale, eyes wide in shock, like a deer caught in headlights.

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They told me it was assault. That I was responsible because I was the last one with him. And no one else would speak up for me. Not one person. They all just watched. I guess they thought it wasn't their problem. But you know me, Katie. You know I wouldn't hurt anyone. Especially not like that.

I'm trapped in here, and no one believes me. They think I'm some kind of monster, but I'm not. At least... I don't think I am. I need you to tell me I'm not.

I don't know how long they'll keep me in here. The lawyers say it could take months to sort everything out. I don't even know if I'll ever get out. I try to stay strong, but it's hard when every day feels like the world is closing in on me a little bit more. I don't know if I can keep doing this.

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Katie wipes her eyes with the back of her hand, her heart breaking for me. She remembers the countless phone calls to lawyers, the meetings, the endless waiting. Nothing has changed. Nothing except the distance between us. She reads on, wanting to reach me somehow, even though it's only words on a page.

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But then I think of you. And that's the only thing keeping me going. The thought of seeing you again, of hearing your voice, even if it's just on the phone. I'm holding onto that, because without it... I don't know what else there is.

I don't want you to wait for me, Katie. I know this isn't fair to you. I wouldn't blame you if you wanted to walk away from all this. From me. I'd understand. But I need you to know that I love you. I've never stopped. And I hope, I hope, you can believe me when I say I didn't do this.

Please, Katie. Just believe me.

Autumn

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Katie finishes the letter, her tears falling freely now. She folds it carefully, placing it back into the envelope, her chest heavy with the weight of everything unsaid. She knows Autumn. She knows the truth.

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