Short extract/short story
 

I was a little iffy on where to put this because it is sort of fanfiction but also really isn't because I have diesguised the names/identities of people involved. Well, I'm sure I'll be corrected if it is wrong. Anyway It's a romance/tradegy and I hope you enjoy it!

Dear Faust,
I am trying to give up on you, trying to forget my love for you, desperately trying to get on with my life. But why is it so hard? I have taken pictures down, save for one, and your programme has finished, therefore I cannot be tempted by the opportunity to see your very handsome face.
I’m starting to believe you are the embodiment of addiction. Attempting to throw my love you away has proven to be as difficult as giving up on breathing. It seems that my body can’t even last a day without looking into your deep, resplendent eyes which seem to lull me into a false sense of security.

While I’m in this very difficult situation, I only have one cure, to think, to use my brain to drown out my attraction. Except there’s one problem, the more I draw into myself and think about things the more eager my heart becomes to think of you. I cannot win it seems. I know I’m still young and inexperienced in so many different ways. I don’t know everything, but I do know its love that I feel for you.
Although I am ashamed to admit it, no other man makes me smile quite like you do, no other man causes my heart to race at mere mention of their name and I am absolutely certain that no man has ever made me want to cry as fiercely as you do.

It seems, Mr Afon that you have become my life line. Constantly supplying me with what I need to survive in this cruel world. Having said this you also depress me ever so. Knowing I will never feel your touch or warm breath on my cheek in the morning… maybe it’s just a sick dream, you are indeed a fully grown, rather strong stallion, while I am still a foal, trying to find its feet.

You are, undoubtedly, wondering why I would tell you this and are most likely struggling for something to say. Also if you are as nice as you seem maybe even a way to comfort me. To be honest you needn’t say a word. The fact that I have got my feelings off my chest and revealed to you comforts me and makes me think that my apparent infatuation will be easier to overcome.


I thank you, at least, for hearing me out. I hope I have not completely wasted ten minutes of your life.

Love from a fan that loves you, more than you will ever care to know xXx

Faust found himself trembling. He was famous, this sort of thing was going to happen, but this young lady seemed different. She did not seem to be like all the other screaming, childish fans; although she was twenty years younger than he was, her wisdom, use of language, everything was beyond her years. Almost as if she had had to live through a lot of hurt and many bad cases of broken heart.

Running his hand through his brown hair, which fell over his forehead slightly, he got up and paced the room. He felt uncomfortable and unsure what to do. The loving letter was still in his shaking left hand. Looking around his small on-set trailer, he realised that he knew of her predicament. It was one that everyone seemed to go through at some point in their lives. Forbidden Love. She could not have him and she knew it. Faust also guessed that she knew she would end up with broken heart, again. By the sound of the letter he still held in his hand her heart was already breaking, it would take one more chop for her breaking heart to completely break into two separate pieces.

He had to reject her, but also reassure her, maybe even help her. She had said she was trying to get over him.

Sighing deeply, Faust sat back down at the very small table. Putting down the letter he reached across the table for some clean paper. Drumming his fingers against the work surface, he sucked the top of his pen, trying to think what to say. Eventually an idea struck him. He began to write

"Dear Loving fan... "

I thought that this went with yours ^^
I’m not sure who to write this to cause normally I pick a person and pretend to spill my guts to them…so I guess that I’m gonna write to you this time ^^ I hope that you can figure out all of the little faces that I make when typing. You know that poem that I wrote for a friend. Well since writing that I feel different about him, and before I was worried that the same thing that happened with Kyle would happen with Jack. But I shouldn’t be, I shouldn’t worry about things like that and I should think with my heart not my mind with these things. I love 80’s MJ music. ^^;
Which because of Kyle’s harshness I forgot, but lucky I remembered that with these things I should think with your heart. I knew that I was starting to like him when I would think of him, my heart would race,(Ex: during the poems my heart was racing and I was thinking of him) when he was hinting that he liked this one girl I was upset, and when he wasn’t at lunch yesterday I was dieing to know why. Turns out he was sick. I’m going to tell him how I feel after this class, and hopefully we could go to the movies tonight. My heart’s raving thinking about it. And last night I good friend of mine was telling me that I have to find a date for tonight, cause he feel bad that he had one and I didn’t he’s soo sweet. ^^ I hope he has funny tonight. If I do get a date I’ll have to tell him he’ll me so happy for me. XD Well that’s 20mins. ^^;

That was cool, but a bit confusing :)

I was kinda confused at how the story moved along, but it was pretty good from what i read right now though.

there isnt a plot thats why. originally it was just going to be the letter, the only reason I put the bit at the end was for this contest on gaia absolutely ages ago. so yes it was one of those letters that you have always really wanted to send but knew that there was no point.