Kim Possible Porn Story: Less Than 1000 Chapter 6

Just another one-shot under 1000 words This is
kind of another experiment combining letter writing, a song, and
introspection all at once. Hope it works

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters alluded to
in this one-shot

Break-up by Letter

Green eyes were
clenched shut tightly, fighting off the tears while she sat at her
desk, contemplating whether to do what she felt she had to do. With
eyes welling up as if they were twin dams ready to burst, she looked
at herself in the mirror over her dresser that sat off to the left,
and once again fought back the tidal wave of emotions she was
feeling.

Taking a deep breath, she turned
back to the task at hand, picked up the pencil, and started to write
the hardest letter she had ever written in her life.

The song playing softly on her radio
fit the situation so completely, that she couldnt help but to draw
from it, and as a result, it became part of the letter. She had
heard the song many times before, but now that she had made this
decision, it was much more relevant to her situation than ever
before.

She sang to herself the first part
of the song before starting to write.

The
smell of your skin lingers on me now. She
had clenched him so tight in the airport before he left. She knew
that this was the last time they would be together.

Finally
her pencil began to move, and the words started to form.

Youre
probably on your flight back to your hometown. I need some shelter
of my own protection baby, to be with myself and center Peace,
Clarity, Serenity.

I hope you know, I hope you know
That this has nothing to do with you.
It’s personal, Myself and
I We’ve got some straightenin’ out to do. And I’m gonna miss you
like a child misses their blanket, But Ive got to get a move on
with my life.

Its
time to be a big girl now And big girls don’t cry.

Once again the tears threatened to
fall from her emerald orbs, and with a great heave of emotional
strength, straightened herself in her seat. She didnt notice how
tightly she had been gripping the pencil until it snapped. Damn.
She muttered under her breath, and reached over to the cup that held
more pencils.

Dont cry dont cry
dont cry. She muttered to herself over and over, trying once
again to reign in the torrent of emotions she was going through.
This has to be done. Were through.

With a quivering lip, she once again
put lead to paper and continued the letter.

The path that I’m
walking, I must go alone. I must take the baby steps til I’m
full grown full grown. (for some reason she felt the need to
repeat this.) Fairytales don’t always have a happy ending, do
they? And I foresee the dark ahead if I stay.

The chorus of the song
played again on the radio, and she leaned back in her chair singing
along with the words, once again fighting the emotions it was causing
to build up inside.

I hope you know I hope you know
That
this has nothing to with you!
It’s personal, Myself and I
We’ve got some straightenin’ out to do!
And I’m gonna miss
you like a child misses their blanket,
But I’ve got to get a move
on with my life!
Its time to be a big girl now
And big
girls don’t cry

With a great sniff, she wiped away the tears that
were once again threatening to release. This time she pulled from a
memory as a child to convey her thoughts and emotions, and began to
write the next paragraph of the letter.

In our travels, I
know our paths will cross again, and I sincerely hope that if this
happens, we wont act like strangers to each other.

Like the little
schoolmate in the schoolyard, we’ll play jacks and Uno cards. Ill
be your best friend and you’ll be mine. Valentine Yes, you can
hold my hand if you want to, Cause I want to hold yours too. Well
be playmates and lovers and share our secret worlds.

Looking out the window
to her right, a tear finally escaped and trickled down her cheek.
Damn! She mumbled and angrily wiped it away. I told myself
I wouldnt do this! She didnt notice that a teardrop had
fallen on the sheet of paper she had been writing on. Once again,
those strong, yet gentle fingers continued to try and convey how she
was feeling to paper. Glancing over at the time, she continued

But its time for me to go home
Its getting late and dark outside. I need to be with myself and
center Clarity, Peace, Serenity.

Once again she sang along with the chorus that
played through the speakers.

I hope you know I hope you know
That
this has nothing to with you!
It’s personal, Myself and I
We’ve got some straightenin’ out to do!
And I’m gonna miss
you like a child misses their blanket,
But I’ve got to get a move
on with my life!
Its time to be a big girl now
And big
girls don’t cry

x x x x

Dont cry dont cry dont cry.

He had read and re-read the letter more than just
a few times. Placing the single sheet of paper down on the table
where he had been reading, he didnt notice the one single tear
stain as his own tear dropped right next to it.

She shes gone. He mumbled into his
hands. Shegos gone.

Drakken stood, and went to the fridge to get a
drink of orange juice. As he was opening the fridge door, he saw a
note from his mother telling him to get a gallon of milk the next
time he went to the store.

The end

The song used in this story is Big Girls Dont
Cry, by Fergie.

So was this who you thought?