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r o x e t t e day fic
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Do you really want to delete this e-mail?

The mouse moved, hovered over 'Yes', hesitated, took a deep breath, closed her green eyes, and clicked. The page refreshed, and she guided the mouse down to the single message left in her inbox, titled: 101 Reasons I Love You.

She clicked, and the page refreshed again.

1. You're gorgeous.
2. You know me well.
3. You live.
4. Ah, screw this list; do I need reasons to love you?

Dear Olette,
This is corny, but I really don't know how to start my first e-mail to you. 'Dear Olette' just sounds so formal, but I guess the stage we're in is way too early for a simple 'Ollie' or 'Babe'. I really don't know how to begin it, so 'Dear Olette' seems good. Why am I rambling on like this?

The pointer found the delete button, and clicked it. Do you really want to delete this e-mail? The mouse clicked, and the page refreshed.

You have no messages.

"You knew it wouldn't work out from the start," It won't be so easy to sell me this feeling. "Stop believing in those damned fairytales!" The words I wish you never meant. "Grow up already." Her voice shouted over the music blasting in her ears, and her brother banged his fist on the wall so she turned the music down a little.

The brunette's whole body crumbled on top of her desk, her head resting on her keyboard. "You seriously think he would choose you over her? You are outrageously stupid for thinking that, Olette. She's everything, you're nothing, and there is no way he would choose you over her."

Her arm reached out for a framed photo, sat up straight, and dropped it on her hardwood floor. It shattered with a deafening crack, and she gingerly picked up the photo, a smile twitched at her lips. Him, with his goofy smile and her, eyes twinkling with laughter, looking straight at the camera. "Forget about him…" The photo was then torn into bits of colorful paper.

When you push on glass it's bound to break. Walking across the floor barefoot, almost waltzing to avoid the broken shards of glass, she tiptoed to reach the photo album that sat up in her closet. Sitting on the floor, she flipped through every page, pulled out each picture that had him in it, and ripped them until her floor was filled with a shower of shredded paper.

I'm standing still, you've ran off into the stars again. Green eyes flickered up to her computer screen, it had just dinged. Stepping cautiously over, her heartbeat quickened as thoughts that he had sent a letter to apologize filled her mind. And yet, it wasn't him. Her heart dropped.

I just wanna love. The mouse pointed at the subject, which stated simply: Hey.

Hey,
How've you been? Not taking the breakup too hard, are you? Remember, if you need a shoulder to cry on, come to me. You know you can count on me.
Love,
Roxas

Red found her cheeks as she read the word again. It indeed said love, l-o-v-e. Love was not something you put at the end of a letter to a friend. Sincerely, Your Friend, From, but not Love, especially if you were of the opposite gender.

Clicking refresh, she found a new message, also from Roxas.

Olette,
Didn't mean to put love… If I freaked you out, really sorry. Sister sent it and all.
Roxas

Olette starting laughing. Roxas didn't have a sister.

foot-notes: happy roxette day. :D