[one month later]
Dear Alice,
I’m sorry for what I said when I left for the train back to school. But mostly I’m sorry that it’s true. I know you know it’s true too or you wouldn’t be on your way here now. But still you didn’t deserve that, especially not then. I should just say I’m sorry, but my mind won’t let me. Why am I so stubborn Alice? You are better than me at most things, but you falter when considering yourself. If we must butt heads in order for you to live a life worthy of your mind then I will rear my feet like a bull every day you allow me to.
I suppose I’ll need to say some distilled version of this to you when you arrive.
Love,
Georgiana
Georgie tore the letter up and threw it out her dorm window. The solipsistic boy walked by as the shards of paper flip flopped through the viscosity of the air. He looked up at her, and she met his eye. There was no hatred or malice just a deep river neither of them were sure they wanted to cross. Alice would arrive shortly.
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