I was fishing through the General Fiction section when I stumbled across my little fan fic, DMS. I was like, "Oh yeah! I write that and I need to update since I wrote another letter today!" lol hehe...so here you go!
Letter Thirteen
Dear Mr. Sloane,
My week is up. I haven’t found Daisy. She’s gone. I’m going to have to live with that, Mr. Sloane. Maybe someday I’ll learn to move on. But then again, maybe not.
I have to get on my plane soon, and then I will be back in LA. Alone. To do my job in my small room. Okay, so really, I have a fairly spacious area to stay in, but that’s not the point. The point here is that I’m going to be alone. A loner. I, Marshall J. Flinkman, am a loner.
All alone equals me. Me equals all alone. Do you not comprehend this, Mr. Sloane? I wasn’t good enough for someone. I wasn’t good enough for someone because I don’t have much money.
You know, she didn’t even say goodbye. She didn’t even say that we were over…done…not going to be together anymore. How many more ways can I say this? I need to get over her, Mr. Sloane. I need to…very soon. Or maybe later…yeah, later would be better for me. I can tell.
I’m going to have to cut this short, Mr. Sloane. I have to get on my plane. I’ll write to you again after I get back. Maybe I’ll have something else to talk about. You never know…
--Marshall--