Lexi

November 30, 2007 7:51 PM

Lexi

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Letter for Chris Dupree by Lexi

OOC: A few days post-break-up

Dear Chris,

Yes, I really do get that we didn’t part on the best of terms, and if you feel like tossing this letter in the fire, I’d understand completely. However, you don’t get to do that until after you’ve finished reading. I just need to say a few things; though I swear after this I’ll leave you alone, in person and on parchment, if that’s what you want.

I hope you’ll believe that I am sorrier than you could imagine about the way everything ended up playing out, and that I never meant for it to happen that way. Yes, I do believe that we needed to break up, and I knew in the back of my mind before midterm. No matter how strongly I still feel felt about you, things were just too complicated. We were going to start developing a more serious relationship soon, just by virtue of time spent, and, with life what it is, it might have been the most foolish thing we could have done.

Nick was…an unfortunate encounter, one that shouldn’t have happened. Yes, I didn’t mention I had a boyfriend, but only because I assumed he was just joking around with me. The minute that he gave me the opportunity to be something more serious, I rejected him. I suppose the particulars of the situation aren’t important anymore, but I just wanted to reiterate that I did not ‘throw myself’ at him. I’m not that tasteless and cruel, or at least I like to think so. And, in any case, while I did kiss him back, and did enjoy it somewhat, I liked doing it with you far more.

Again, I’ll understand if you hate me, and never want to speak to me again. However, I do hope that, though I realize how unlikely it is that the two of us can be friends again after this, at the very least we can be positive acquaintances instead of enemies. We have too many common friends to drag everyone down with this. And I’d miss you.

Sincerely,
Lexi

PS In the attached package you’ll find your book and ring. The ring I’m sending back because it’s obviously a family crest, and I’m sure you’d want to have it back. The book—I got it for you, because I thought you’d like it, and the fact that we broke up five minutes later doesn’t change that fact. It’s yours, so you should keep it. (Besides, I’m selfish, and if you don’t keep the book, then I don’t have any right to the gloves, and they’re too pretty for me to give up if I don't have to.) However, should for whatever reason you decide you can't keep it, just owl it back, and I'll return my things, and we can have a nice, clean break.
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Chris

December 02, 2007 3:07 PM

Chris

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Joy and rapture by Chris

A few days later after the breakup found Chris sitting at his desk doing homework. He really didn't need to spend an extraordinary amount of effort on his work, but without Lexi in his life, he had found himself left with a rather large chuck of free time. He was about to rewrite an essay for the fifth time when the owl came. Taking the letter, he almost let out a groan when he recognized the writing. Hadn't she done enough?

With a sigh, he opened the envelope and unfolded the parchment. An involuntary smile came to his lips. She was as bossy as ever, telling him that he had to read the entire letter before destroying it. Though, it turned to a frown at the next line. He wasn't sure what to say to that. He didn't want her to leave him alone, but he wasn't ready to be around her either. He wanted more than she was willing to give.

Of course this changed further when Chris read on. He ran his hand, no longer swollen, but still showing evidence of bruising, through his thick mane. He released an exasperated breath of air. What was she playing at? If she had been thinking about it before midterm, why didn't she just do it? Why would you buy someone a present and then break up with them? Was it to make herself feel better at having to do it? It wasn't like going to the mediwizard and then getting a piece of candy after they did something painful.

Why did she have to bring up that guy? Really, he didn't want to hear about it anymore. He didn't need to know that she didn't think about him. He didn't need to know about the joking that occurred. He didn't even to know whether or not she threw herself at him. Chris sat down on the edge of his bed. It really didn't matter anymore. She didn't owe him anything anymore, other than getting out of his head, but that wasn't likely since he would see her in classes and around the school. He was just glad they weren't in the same House. He didn't know if he could survive that.

Positive acquaintances? He snorted. What was that supposed to be? And she was worried about dragging others down? Maybe that was something she should have thought of before cheating. But it really didn't matter. They didn't have that many common friends. Really, the only one that might classify would be Bella and he wasn't going to ask her to choose. If Lexi wanted to make more of it and bring everyone into some sort of battle, then that was on her.

The PS explained the package that had come with the letter. Disbelieving laughter came from his lips. She wanted him to have the books so she could keep the gloves? He really didn't want either, but the sheer audacity of it all was amazing. Opening the package, out came the book and ring. He threw the ring into his top drawer. Normally, he would have taken more care with it, but right now he didn't want to see it at all. As for the book, he was about to deal with it.

Going back to his desk, he pulled out a sheet of parchment and wrote:

Alexandria Juliette Stafford,

Since you made your feelings clear on the matter, you owe me no further explanations, especially involving your boyfriend. However, if you felt so strongly about breaking up with me before midterm, I really wish you would have done so. This way you would have merely torn out my heart rather than tearing it out and then proceeding to stomp on it.

As for being serious, I do apologize if I was turning out to be a little more than a little fun. Being serious was a step I was ready to take, however, I do understand if you did not share these same feelings. Again, I really wish you would have let me know before midterm, then I wouldn't have done something so foolish as giving you the ring or even bothered with a Christmas present.

In regards to the presents, I do not wish for the gloves back, as they like the book, only serve to remind me of you and I really do wish to forget. If you haven't opened it already and I'm sure you've already guess, enclosed is the book.

By the statement that I wish to forget, you have your answer on my feelings in regards to being friends. Being friends with you or even 'positive acquaintances' is too difficult and I'm not sure that in time would be any more feasible.

Have a Nick life,
Christobel George Dupree

Finished, he placed the parchment in an envelope and put the book back in the package. After he gave it to the owl, he sent it along its way, back to where it had come from.
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Lexi

December 02, 2007 4:23 PM

Lexi

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I was thinking hellfire and brimstone by Lexi

OOC: The action takes place in the Teppenpaw fifth-year girls dormitory, but is posted here for the sake of keeping the thread as simple as possible.

To an outside observer, Lexi Stafford would have looked like she was very studiously working, with a large tome to her side, a piece of parchment and a quill in her hand, tapping the post of her bed occasionally as she appeared to be skimming the text. However, it had been about twenty minutes since she’d turned a page, and she’d written nothing down beyond her name and the title of the homework. In reality, she was waiting, very nervously, for a reply to the letter she’d sent her now-ex-boyfriend. She wasn’t sure why she had bothered, really, and knew that Chris might not even deign to write back, but Lexi couldn’t help herself.

When the owl arrived back, Lexi hurriedly pushed the clutter on the bed in front of her aside, and opened the envelope. After only a line or two, her hands started to shake with rage, and by the time she’d finished, any sense of logic she’d possessed had vanished, replace by pure anger. How dare he? How dare he, the idiotic jerk. She’d been trying to apologize, trying to make some sort of amends, and he threw it back in her face.

At this point, Lexi really should have stopped and thought things through before she did anything else. After all, as events over the past few days had shown, when she got angry enough, she began to do incredibly irrational things (Exibit A: Dumping her boyfriend). However, as evidenced once more, the phrase ‘lose one’s head’ was quite possibly literal with her, and she immediately grabbed the quill, dipped it in ink, and tore off a blank piece of parchment to begin her letter back.

Christobel George Dupree,

Yes, I recognize that I said I would leave you alone, and I really do want to, but there were allegations made in your letter that had to be addressed. And, you know what? If you don’t want to read them, your loss.

I would think, for an Aladren, that your grasp of the English language would be stronger than you’ve evidenced recently. Knowledge does not equate desire. Please, get off your damned pedestal and making yourself into the only one who was hurt by this. Yes, I knew things weren’t going to work out, but I was ignoring that knowledge, because I didn’t want our relationship to end, and I had no plans to do so at that point in time.

I really liked you, Chris. I think I may even have loved you, though recent events have certainly worked on fixing that. And, you know what, I don’t care if you’re going to condemn me because feeling that terrified me. It did, and that’s all that mattered.

For the last time, Nick is not my boyfriend, and I don’t want him to be. I don’t care about him at all, and I never did. Please, tell me that you’ve never done something like that, gotten caught up in the moment, and not thought about the whys and all the reasons you shouldn’t be doing what you are. Oh, wait, I forgot, you kissed me back, didn’t you. Pot, meet kettle.

Feel free to ask Ben about our conversation that took place that night afterward, if you’re going to harbor under the impression that I didn’t care about you. Though I suppose that would be cruel, as Ben didn’t do anything other than be misfortunate enough to be sorted into Aladren with you. Besides, if you’re not going to believe me, then there’s no reason to believe him.

I recognize that I was a b****, and said things that weren’t entirely accurate. So I told you things that I knew would hurt you. It was never my intention before I went into that conversation. I meant to tell you, hopefully be forgiven, and continue on as we were. But I couldn’t, and what I said about the situation was true. It’s not pleasant, being the other woman, and knowing that.

On to your final accusation—you wouldn’t happen to remember what you told me when you were explaining the situation with Marie at the beginning of the year, would you? About why you dumped Kaylie? Am I supposed to be honored that you’d try not to hurt her, but would want me to continue to be the other woman, and only be more heartbroken when things actually did have to end? Or is it nobler to hurt someone else while protecting them than to try and protect yourself, and still end up hurt anyway?

Also, can you honestly tell me that you weren’t planning to end our relationship after I told you about Nick? That you were going to just shrug it off? You didn’t want the answers; you shouldn’t have given me the third degree. However, spending what time with him I did was enjoyable because he was an abstract idea of what a sane girl in my position would want. Being you was enjoyable because I was starting to love you.

I suppose it’s only fitting that I keep everything. It’s what dirty mistresses do, isn’t it? However, I couldn’t quite do it. Enclosed you’ll find the necklace you gave me. I felt you could use it, since, though you claim I tore out your heart and stomped on it, I’m starting to think you just didn’t have one. So here you go. Enjoy.

Honestly, I’m thankful that you don’t think we could manage a semi-friendly relationship, because you and your hypocrisies make me sick.

I hope you and Marie have a lovely life together, and that you rot in hell like any good self-created martyr.

~Alexandria Juliette Stafford

As soon as Lexi had tied the letter to the owl, and sent it off, her head cleared, and she realized what she had done. Paling, she sunk back into her bed and swore as violently as she could. She was just going to keep doing more and more idiotic things, wasn’t she?

With any luck, though, Chris would decide he’d have enough of her, and actually burn this letter before he could read it. Merlin willing, that’s what would happen. Of course, fate hadn't appeared to be on her side recently, and there was no reason to imagine that would change.
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Chris

December 02, 2007 5:48 PM

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This should be interesting by Chris

Chris had been about to leave his room to grab something to eat when the owl showed up again. He was fairly surprised at the quick reply, but in a way, he had expected it. Reading through it at first, he could feel himself being more and more irate, but one sentence changed it all. He stared at it, unfocused on the other words. She might have loved him?

He held the necklace that she returned up in his hand, letting the sunlight play off of it. He had bought it for her, because it reminded him of her hair, hair he had loved to run his fingers through. What had Bella said during their talk? If he wanted something, he should do something about it?

A grin spread across his features. It hadn't fully sunk in at the time, but it was now. She had been exactly right. He needed to do something. He couldn't continue the way he was going. If he did, then he really would be stuck with Marie. Plus, he was in very real danger of losing Lexi, if he hadn't already. He took out a fresh sheet of parchment and wrote back:

Lexi,

I know this might be coming too late. I'm not asking to be forgiven nor am I going to say that I am quite ready to forgive, however, I do hope that both of us will be able to in time. Please keep the necklace, as a promise, whether you choose it as a promise for friendship or possibly more one day, when we are both ready. I have some things to figure out and I think you might too.

I, Christobel Georges Dupree, hereby promise that I love you, Alexandria Juliette Stafford, and that one day I will be a free man and at that time, I do hope that you will take me back.

Hopefully one day yours,
Christobel Georges Dupree

He was nervous sending the letter, but at least it was something. At least he was trying, right? He folded the letter, then put it and the necklace in an envelope and sent it back. Now, what was he going to do to be a free man?
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