Bitter Sweet

Letter to Sarah - Try

Three more letters + an epilogue left after this :( Thank you guys for being so supportive <3




Dedicated to Fae/Valeria/Faleria/f.v. carter/The Fairy for being like an older sister to me. I love you a lot okay. <3 I swear, someday we will meet and together we will cry tears of joy.







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To Sarah,




I would snort every time you sneezed in class, and you'd roll your eyes at me.




This has been going on for some time.




It's nearly the end of November. The weather is getting colder and colder, and it constantly attempts to freeze over my heart.




And I tell it to quit trying, because it's already pretty much frozen over. What's left is the part where Sarah Addison - Other Sarah, you could call her - occupies.




I've always liked her ever since that time we kissed in fourth grade (as the result of a dare). I mean, she's the athletic type, the kind that were tall and played on school sports teams and pulled their hair into ponytails. But that was not all, though; she was possibly the nicest girl in our grade. She volunteers. She is in school council. She smiles a lot too, just like you - but hers are big and bright while yours are shy and subtle. Her eyes are a pretty blue colour, and she barely wears any makeup at all.




So when she asked me to the Winter Formal, you'd expect that I was as happy as some high meth addict. But the thing is, I wasn't.




I used to date McKenna, and that fell apart because - well, I realized that my type wasn't those flirty cheerleaders. From that on, we were just friends. Friends that lived close to each other, friends that hung out together, friends that joked around.




When Other Sarah asked, I said sure, and waited for a giddiness to rise inside of me so I could pump my fist into the air and make a scene. It never came. Everything was so mediocre,, so mild that I disappointed myself.




She then kissed me on the cheek and ran away, shouting a see you there! And you'd think that that should finally knock some sense into me, but in all honesty - all I felt was a contentment of simply attracting the opposite gender. And I should be feeling something more, shouldn't I? Something like... love?




I don't think I even tried, though.




Maybe it's just the numbness of the weather.




It was in Art when our teacher said it in front of the entire class.




Mrs. Martinez: Grayson, you have an appointment. They're telling you to come down to the office.




The whole class paused, but then quickly resumed to what they were doing before, because they were probably just assuming that I had an appointment with my dentist or doctor or something.