Truly, Madly, Deeply (A One Direction Fanfiction)

Dear Niall,
By the time you've read this letter, I have probably gone away to the US to think something over...I know you don't know what I need to think over, so I'm telling you through this letter. I've gone to think over my love for you.
You know, I really never really knew what love was.
Until I met you.
And to know you don't feel the same just kills me slowly every minute I'm with you. I've gone away so that, hopefully, I can come home with no feelings for you at all. Life can be like what it used to be. Just friends, always there for each other, able to turn to each other when we have problems, yet no feelings are flourishing between us. I know this letter probably put our whole friendship in jeopardy, but I just needed to get it off of my back for a long time...
I'm so sorry.
But then again, I guess leaving isn't the best idea after all.
Absence does make the heart grow fonder, doesn't it?
It doesn't matter.
I'm still leaving and no one can stop me.
Love, Lyann.


4. Worst Thanksgiving Ever

(Thanksgiving Special Chapter!!)

     Well, it's my first Thanksgiving in YEARS without Lyann. For the last 5 years, we've spent Thanksgiving together. Just me, the boys, and Lyann. What I'm thankful for this Thanksgiving? I'm thankful that Lyann came into my life and opened my eyes. And, well, she may not have been where I was right then, but I still am really thankful for her.
     But I wanted to see her. I wanted to see her chocolate brown eyes and her curly brunette hair.
     I couldn't take it.
     At least I was on a plane to Carson City, Nevada. That's where she lives. I've already gotten her address written down on a slip of paper in my pocket. I just couldn't wait to see her.

Kristiana's P.O.V.

     Today was Thanksgiving, so I made a Thanksgiving dinner. Just for me. I had to make sure that Lyann, like, died or something. Like, for real. Her mom--well, I mean our mom-- had always said that Lyann doesn't know how to cook, so she needed someone to cook for her.
     I'm not giving her anything from my Thanksgiving dinner because I want her to starve. Then when she hasn't been fed in a while, she'll get too sick to even look at Niall.
     Then he'll be mine.
     Why would he even like her anyways? Niall clearly changed his mind about liking Lyann. I mean, he asked where I lived because he wanted to see ME, not HER.
     I knew he was going to come through that door any hour and ask me to be his girlfriend. Lyann was going to be so jealous that she'll commit suicide, then he's all mine.
     "Hey, Lyann?" I called to her.
     "Yeah, Kristiana...?" she replied, her tone very sorrowful.
     "You want to know what I'm thankful for this Thanksgiving?" I asked.
     "That I don't have a face like yours," I laughed.
     She sighed and went back to doing whatever she was doing a while ago.
     "You do know that Niall's coming to our house right this minute, right?" I asked.
     Then she whipped her head towards my direction. Her eyes seemed to light up.
     "What?! Really?! Oh, he can't see me like this, I need to wash up!! It's going to be so embarrassing if he saw me like this!" she panicked.
     "Oh, hun, you've got the wrong idea. He's not coming to see you. He's coming to see me. When he was talking to me on the phone a while ago, he was begging to see where we lived because he said he was going to pick me up to take me on a date," I lied to get her jealous.
     "W-What?" she asked, her once lit eyes starting to tear up.
     "You heard me right, hun, he's never going to like you," I replied.
Then she started sobbing and ran upstairs. I heard a door slam shut and I knew she was going to isolate herself from me by staying in her room the whole night.
     I knew it would work.
     Happy Thanksgiving, Lyann.

Lyann's P.O.V.

     I couldn't believe that Niall was already taking Kristiana on a date. "Why does she have to be s-so p-perfect...?" I sobbed into my pillow.
     I knew Niall never loved me. And he never will. He'll be too busy dating Kristiana to love me. I thought by giving him the letter, he'd come try to find me because he loves me.
     I knew it was too good to be true.
     Maybe Kristiana's right. Maybe he'll never see me as his perfect match. Maybe he'll always just see me as his best friend.
     His love-struck, foolish best friend.
I swung my legs to the side of my bed and stood up. I walked out of my bedroom, gently closing my bedroom door behind me, and headed over to the bathroom.
     "Lyann, are you going to stay in your bedroom forever?" Kristiana shouted to me from downstairs.
     "No, I'm locking myself in the bathroom." I called back. "And I'm never coming back,"
     I walked into the bathroom and slammed the door shut. I knelt down next to the bathtub and sobbed even more. Hopefully I'd cry so many tears that I cry myself a river so I could jump into my river of tears and drown.
     Or maybe I'll cry so many tears that I'd become dehydrated and die.
     I just wanted to die somehow.
     Maybe I would.
     I stood up and walked over to the cupboard that sat below the sink. I knelt down, once again, next to the cupboard. I opened the cupboard door and found a small, sharp razor.
     I held it up against my wrist and shut my eyes tightly.
     Tears were flowing down like Niagara Falls. I knew this was putting my life at risk.
     But I didn't care.
     I let the razor make a cut on my wrist.
     Then everything went black.

     Happy Thanksgiving.

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