The storm thundered overhead, shaking the manor to it's cold stone floors. The rain beat frantically on the shutters as if rapping on her door. Her portrait, merely beautiful by day, took life from the night and all her features sprang from cold to warm. She licked her lips as she sat up. She had slept for too long and now she longed to taste life. Stood slowly, surely and with grace, despite her long slumber. Even in the pitch of night she was radiant and beautiful.
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She walked through the hall of her home and into the kitchen. No one had lived here in many years, but she paid good money for her servents to keep it up as though she had never left. On the table stood a single candle and a note. The smell of him on the note was strong, she could even smell him in the air still. His prescense woke her from her dreams, dreams she held for him. He had been here and she felt it.
She struggled with her thoughts, her mind fluttering with anticipation. She wanted to let her heart race, but that was beyond her now so she let her memory of meeting him for the first time crawl over her, making her skin tingle. Another step and she could reach out and pick up the note. Just another step and all her questions would be answered. She felt herself biting her lip 'till blood trailed down her lip. She shivered and balled her hand into a fist and forced herself to take the last step.
She picked up the note and staired at in her hands. She let her fingers trace the edges of the note, the broken lines on the partchment, finding their way to the fold in the middle. She slid her long fingernail under the fold releasing the words inside. She unfolded the note and held it near the candle.
She read the letter slowly, Her bright blue eyes didn't need the dim light of the candle any more, but old habits linger. She read each word with a deliberate attention to each, as she knew he would have done while writing it. He had such passion and would pour his sould into every detail, even the writing of a simple note. It wasn't just the message itself, but each word was carefully chosen and told it's own story.
She soaked in the words before dipping the edge of the note in the candle letting the flames lick the paper until they consumed it whole. She was filled with excitement now as she stood there in her kitchen with but his words to comfort her now. Her eyes seemed to fix on the cubbys where spiders wandered by day, but now were highlighted in the shadows cast by sporadic lightning. Should thought that if she squinted just right that she could make out the shape of a box inside and the present he had left her. She smiled.
Chrispian H. Burks
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