Isla breathed in deep, feeling an inward battle of morality and desire taking place inside of her. She knew she should not do this, but she could feel her start to fold the letter, containing information that could potentially change her life forever. Calm yourself…She closed her eyes, thinking if she really wanted to do this, and when she opened them again desire had won.
She sat herself down at the kitchen table, sunlight streaming in from the windows making the table come aglow in warmth. Her face lifted up to it to capture some light and felt it tickle her face. It was moments like this when she was happy to be alive, because the light made her think of everything that existed in this universe; when she thought of the universe she thought of all the wonders yet to explore and discover.
"So many potentials left." She murmured to herself softly. Even after coming to America, she felt like her journey had only just begun. Maybe it was dangerous to think those sorts of things, but she refused to feel like her life was over.
I will see you again Rick…She made a silent promise to herself, and Rick, wherever he was. If you're still in Casablanca, let this letter get to you safely. Isla did a once over read to make sure she did not forget anything, because who knew when this would get to him. Anything and everything needed to be included.
Darling Richard,
I hope this letter finds you well, whatever you are doing now. I was wishing to hear from you…you said that Victor needed me by his side in America, but I feel lost here. I know being here is extremely lucky, but Victor is almost always gone. I spend nights alone, and I feel more lost than I did in Casablanca.
I don't want to sound like I am complaining, though. We have many opportunities here in America. Victor and I have an apartment in New York. New York! Can you believe it? I remember you said you came from here. I don't know why you ever left! It is beautiful.
Victor is working hard on getting the word spread about the war and what is truly happening. He is doing great and I am proud of him, but he is better on his own. I feel like I am his pet…or his prized gem that waits loyally for him to get home, or whenever he comes home.
That isn't me Rick…I want to see the world, do something. I can't be caged up, that was not the point of coming here to America. I know I could go somewhere on my own, but with whom? It is overwhelming to find my way around here. I have not met anyone here yet even though there are a ton of people all around me. I'm just trying to find something to do here that is worthwhile.
Rick, please tell me you are ok. I wish I could hear your voice through your letter. I wish I could be with you. I keep picturing you, me, and Sam playing the piano! I am certainly not ungrateful for what you did…but it is nothing without you. I need you by my side.
Write to me back soon! All my love goes to you in this letter.
-Isla
With a tear drop falling down her gentle cheek, she kissed the sealed envelope and went to bring it safe travels.