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jettabug.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Feb. 20th, 2004 08:53 pm)Title: Somewhere I Belong
Pairing: Monaboyd.
Rating: G.
Summary: Billy's letter
Notes: Ok, this isn't a sequel to Crash & Burn, more of an accompaniment. Imagaine Billy has written this letter before Dom wrote his. Neither of them are aware of each other's letters.
Somewhere I Belong
by Jenna
Dear Dom,
One thing I remember my grandmother taught me was that writing down feelings really helps capture your emotions. I wasn’t so sure until my last year of high school, when Rebecca Montelli rejected me. I went home and cried for about an hour, then sat down at my desk and scribbled out four pages of raw emotion.
I think I cried again as I re-read the pages, realising how much she’d hurt me. Don’t know why though, I got over it relatively quickly and it hasn’t bothered me since.
So this time, I thought why not? Why not do the same thing and pour my heart out in a letter to my best friend.
Here goes:
There is something wrong with me. I know you’ve noticed. I’ve caught you staring at me.
Thing is, I don’t know how to tell you, because I’m afraid that if I reveal what I’m so upset about, it’ll become true, it’ll be realistic. I don’t know if I’m ready for that yet.
That makes sound suspicious and dangerous. It’s not really. Well, yes it is. God, I don’t even know what I’m thinking anymore. I feel as though I’m losing my sanity. Maybe I am…
How am I supposed to put down in words what I’m feeling? I thought this would be easy, but now I’m not so sure. Why is this so hard? Why can’t I simply write words that are on the tip of my pencil?
I’m not dying. I’m not sick. I’m not homesick or grieving. I’m not upset about wrapping the movie in three days. I’m not freaking out about the future. I’m not nervous about going out for drinks tonight. I’m not thinking of things like politics and war or famine or illness.
So what is it, you’re wondering.
I think I’m in love.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
With you.
No, that’s wrong. I know I’m in love with you.
That’s why I’ve been distant, that’s why I’ve been upset and tortured. Because I’m in love with you and I’m afraid that you’ll never feel the same way.
So now I’ve written it, it’s no longer taking over my brain and destroying my life. But now that I have written it, it means it’s real.
Maybe that’s all I needed. To write the words. Maybe I’ll just tuck this letter into my wallet and never give it to you. Maybe I needed to admit to myself I love you in order to move on.
Whatever my reason for writing this, if you ever read it, know that you’re the most special person in my life and I love you with all my heart. You’re perfection, Dommie.
Love Billy.
Pairing: Monaboyd.
Rating: G.
Summary: Billy's letter
Notes: Ok, this isn't a sequel to Crash & Burn, more of an accompaniment. Imagaine Billy has written this letter before Dom wrote his. Neither of them are aware of each other's letters.
by Jenna
Dear Dom,
One thing I remember my grandmother taught me was that writing down feelings really helps capture your emotions. I wasn’t so sure until my last year of high school, when Rebecca Montelli rejected me. I went home and cried for about an hour, then sat down at my desk and scribbled out four pages of raw emotion.
I think I cried again as I re-read the pages, realising how much she’d hurt me. Don’t know why though, I got over it relatively quickly and it hasn’t bothered me since.
So this time, I thought why not? Why not do the same thing and pour my heart out in a letter to my best friend.
Here goes:
There is something wrong with me. I know you’ve noticed. I’ve caught you staring at me.
Thing is, I don’t know how to tell you, because I’m afraid that if I reveal what I’m so upset about, it’ll become true, it’ll be realistic. I don’t know if I’m ready for that yet.
That makes sound suspicious and dangerous. It’s not really. Well, yes it is. God, I don’t even know what I’m thinking anymore. I feel as though I’m losing my sanity. Maybe I am…
How am I supposed to put down in words what I’m feeling? I thought this would be easy, but now I’m not so sure. Why is this so hard? Why can’t I simply write words that are on the tip of my pencil?
I’m not dying. I’m not sick. I’m not homesick or grieving. I’m not upset about wrapping the movie in three days. I’m not freaking out about the future. I’m not nervous about going out for drinks tonight. I’m not thinking of things like politics and war or famine or illness.
So what is it, you’re wondering.
I think I’m in love.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
With you.
No, that’s wrong. I know I’m in love with you.
That’s why I’ve been distant, that’s why I’ve been upset and tortured. Because I’m in love with you and I’m afraid that you’ll never feel the same way.
So now I’ve written it, it’s no longer taking over my brain and destroying my life. But now that I have written it, it means it’s real.
Maybe that’s all I needed. To write the words. Maybe I’ll just tuck this letter into my wallet and never give it to you. Maybe I needed to admit to myself I love you in order to move on.
Whatever my reason for writing this, if you ever read it, know that you’re the most special person in my life and I love you with all my heart. You’re perfection, Dommie.
Love Billy.
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Whatever my reason for writing this, if you ever read it, know that you’re the most special person in my life and I love you with all my heart. You’re perfection, Dommie.
*grins*
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i am so becoming your fic whore
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I don't think Billy should just move on. ^_^ GO for the gold, Bill!!! Take that Dommie's breath away!!