doctor, doctor. || rydellington

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fifth part.
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I MUST'VE HAD fallen asleep. I woke up to the sound of the angry nurse kindly telling me to stop stalking the girl and get the hell out of her hospital.

I opened one eye and sighed. "Fine," I said. I got up and walked towards the exit. While I did so, I caught myself eavesdropping on a conversation between two nurses.

"... room 129."

"All of her ribs?"

"No ... a lot of pain."

"... visitors?"

"Yes, ... brother came over today. And the other guy."

Her brother. Rocky wasn't her boyfriend, he was a brother.

Why was I so happy about that? It's not like I wanted to be her boyfriend instead.

Okay yes, I actually did. But I couldn't.

I left, and decided not to come back. Rydel didn't need me, anyway. I mean, she had been nice to me that day, but I still didn't feel like she felt the same for me as I did for her. She had her family. She didn't need an idiot like me around.

I spent two weeks without visiting Rydel. I thought about her a lot, though. She occupied my mind from the moment I woke up until I drifted to sleep - and even when I slept, she made an appearance in my dreams. I wondered about her. Does she have a job? Any hobbies? What's her favourite kind of music? Favourite country?

Each passing second, I started to crave more to getting to know more about this girl. Of course, rehearsals went well, and I played quite a good mad hatter, if I say so myself. Everything went well, basically.

Until one night.

I was at home, sitting at my kitchen table, reading a book. Okay, I wasn't actually reading. My eyes saw the letters, and I turned the page every now and then, but I had no idea what the story was about. I was too busy thinking of Rydel.

I had told myself not to visit her again. So, I wrote her a letter. Perhaps, she would read it and respond.

Probably not. But it's worth a try.

Dear Rydel,

You haven't heard of me in a while. That's because I was done with putting effort into you, while you kept pushing me away. But I happened to find myself thinking of you, a lot. Too much. I have to get to know you. My mind keeps going back to wondering about you; about your hobbies; your talents; your favourite things, etc.
I would love to get to know you, but if you keep pushing me away, I can't.

If you're reading this, you probably wonder why the hell I would want to get to know you. Truth is, I don't even know the answer to that myself. Maybe it's because I've fallen in love with you - although I wonder if I even know what love is.

So if you throw this letter away and never think of me again, that's okay. I understand.

I would just love to know you. I'm sorry if I annoy you. But it would make me very happy if you wrote back to me.

Sincerely,
Ellington Ratliff.

I posted the letter before I could change my mind. There was no going back.

I had confessed my love for her, and she would know about it within two days.

It made me nervous as hell, and I spent another week thinking about Rydel without actually seeing or hearing from her. And another week.

And another one.

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a/n: when the guy who almost killed you writes you a letter about how he's in love with you

not weird at all

chapter dedicated to ell, for finally growing a pair of balls and confessing his love

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