Post by François Laffont on Jun 20, 2014 19:01:00 GMT -6
Erika, I don't know how to tell you how much I'm sorry for my behaviour at the prom. No reason I can give will excuse it. I hope you will find within you to forgive me. I would really like to talk to you about it in person if you’ll let me. François
François had been writing this little note over and over since prom. He didn’t think he had been that drunk, certainly not enough to justify picking one friend over the other and claiming loud and clear that he found Erika’s choice of picking Trevor instead of Felix silly for the latter ought to be the best man in this whole damn school. Well, he didn’t quite phrase it like that but that sure was how people remembered it, he supposed. It was inappropriate. Sure Felix was his friend but so was Erika and she had every right to pick whoever she wanted. As for Trevor, well Franck didn’t know him enough to dare say such a thing. In fact, the boy retreated as soon as he noticed the tension and Franck had to give him credits for that. He knew it was the best thing to do for now. If only they had all done like him things wouldn’t have ended that way.
He hesitated about sending that letter to Erika. First he had to find the right word. He wanted to make it simple but as soon as he wrote he found himself rambling on and on and so deleted it. He could have sent her an email, but he feared she might just delete it, even though the title would have been “sorry” or something of the like. He chose to write her a note in the end and managed to scribble these few lines before folding it in two and writing Erika’s name on top of it.
He still needed to give it to her now. He knew what dorm was hers. The idea was to slip the note under her bedroom door. Like this, if she didn't want to see him right now, she didn't have to. He thought this was a good plan. He didn't want to force things. He was ashamed enough of his own behaviour and she only knew half of it. He made his way to the co-ed dorms all the way to the room 202. The door leading to this particular room was not entirely closed. He pushed it to peek in the common area. He had no idea which bedroom was Erika’s but he could maybe put the note on a table somewhere. Her name was on it so, with a bit of luck, none of the others would read it or get rid of it before she saw the note. Franck stepped into the room, hoping he was not intruding. He had the note in his hands, playing with it a little as he now had a better view of the place. Last time he came here, he went to cheer her up after the attack on SPECTRE (or from SPECTRE when you think about it). He didn’t feel quite as welcomed anymore though.