Shreds A (very short) Casablanca fanfic

For Madi

"Richard-"

My heart sinks.

"I cannot go with you or ever see you again. You must not ask why. Just believe that I love you. Go, my darling, and God bless you."

Signed simply, "Ilsa."

I don't know if it is the pouring rain or the tears that are dripping from my eyes that smudges the ink on the paper. Inside, all I feel is numb. I feel nothing; not the rain, not the cold. I feel nothing, and I am nothing. Ilsa has forsaken me. Why? It is all I can ask myself.

If it had not been for Sam, standing next to me like a guardian angel, I would have leapt from the train and down to the tracks below. I would have felt no pain, for nothing was worse than the sharp blow to my heart. I am not listening to his voice; he is speaking to me. But all I hear is Ilsa. "Just believe that I love you," over and over she says to my subconscious.

The paper, feathery writing barely decipherable, has fallen from my fingers. And there, I watch as the train's wheels tear it into a thousand shreds, the shreds of my past, the shreds of my future, the shreds of my heart.