The Butler scribble on his
Paper.
He loved his mistress very
Much
But the Butler had wronged
Her.
He had to atone for his
Transgressions.
He wanted to show his mistress his
Love.
He wanted to write her something
Lovely.
'Then she will see my love,' he
Thought.
Writing had not usually
Worked.
But the butler was confident it
Would.
Just this
Time.
He had physically many times
Too.
Neither had that
Worked.
The butler was desperate to show
Her.
He was afraid she would leave
Him.
The butler did not want
That.
She sat behind her white curtain as
Always.
She did this because she felt far
Away.
The butler hated this but did not
Question.
His mistress has a good reason
Right?
The butler strolled through the
Manor.
He held his paper message in his
Hand.
He would prove how much he loved
Her.
The butler approached the white
Curtain.
He told his mistress he bore a
Gift.
There was no
Response.
He spoke
Again.
No
Response.
The butler did what he had never dared
Before.
He moved the curtain to see
Her.
But there was no
One.
He called through the manor, eyes
Frantic.
The butler was
Scared.
Where was his lovely
Mistress?
Had she already left
Him?
Didn't she love
Him?
He ran in every
Hall.
He looked in every
Room.
He did not find her
Anywhere.
The butler looked at the front
Door.
He'd forgotten to lock it for the
Night.
It stood wide
Open.
His divine, flawless mistress was
Gone.
0.0
The butler was
Sad.
He shut the
Door.
And locked it behind
Him.
The butler went to
bed.
He woke up the next
Morning.
The butler was so very
Cold.
