Can Dreams Come True?
By: Margueritediamond
Chapter 1: Finally Found
Disclaimer: sorry but I don't own the characters in my own story. Except Miguel. He's mine.
No Spoiler's Yet (there maybe some later)
It took him almost a year to find her and now he had an address. He prayed it would reach her before she moved again. She was constantly moving.
A week in Italy, 2 days in London, 10 days in Spain, less then a day in China, 4 days in India, and now she was in Paris. That was just in the past month.
He hadn't seen her since they returned to London. He got off the boat and was hugged by his mother. Then he looked for her and she was nowhere to be found.
She did that on the Plateau too. One moment she's right there and the next she was just gone. Most likely she would go for a dip. If she had disappeared you could bet that's where she would be.
He missed her. Her dark curly hair. Her inexplicable blue-gray eyes. He even missed her yelling at him. The playful arguments they always seemed to be getting in. The kisses. He missed those the most.
He sighed. He had to write the letter. He wasn't good at writing letters. But he would give it his best shot.
But how to start. Dear? No, Dearest Marguerite. Now an opening. How are you? Yes that would work. It would have to. I've missed you? Sounded desperate but it was true.
He worked for over an hour on the letter. He finally ended up with:
Dearest Marguerite,
How are you? I'm fine here but I miss you. If you are ever in London maybe you could stop for a visit. I'm sure Challenger would love to see you. I'd like to see you again, too. If you move again could you give me the address so we can keep a correspondence? Challenger wants to start a return expedition. This time you won't have to pay for it. Do you think we could meet sometime to talk? Please write back. I await your reply.
Yours Truly,
John
Sounded desperate but it would have to work. He had to send it as soon as possible because he didn't know when she would move again. He ran out of his room and down the stairs to give the letter to the errand boy.
By: Margueritediamond
Chapter 1: Finally Found
Disclaimer: sorry but I don't own the characters in my own story. Except Miguel. He's mine.
No Spoiler's Yet (there maybe some later)
It took him almost a year to find her and now he had an address. He prayed it would reach her before she moved again. She was constantly moving.
A week in Italy, 2 days in London, 10 days in Spain, less then a day in China, 4 days in India, and now she was in Paris. That was just in the past month.
He hadn't seen her since they returned to London. He got off the boat and was hugged by his mother. Then he looked for her and she was nowhere to be found.
She did that on the Plateau too. One moment she's right there and the next she was just gone. Most likely she would go for a dip. If she had disappeared you could bet that's where she would be.
He missed her. Her dark curly hair. Her inexplicable blue-gray eyes. He even missed her yelling at him. The playful arguments they always seemed to be getting in. The kisses. He missed those the most.
He sighed. He had to write the letter. He wasn't good at writing letters. But he would give it his best shot.
But how to start. Dear? No, Dearest Marguerite. Now an opening. How are you? Yes that would work. It would have to. I've missed you? Sounded desperate but it was true.
He worked for over an hour on the letter. He finally ended up with:
Dearest Marguerite,
How are you? I'm fine here but I miss you. If you are ever in London maybe you could stop for a visit. I'm sure Challenger would love to see you. I'd like to see you again, too. If you move again could you give me the address so we can keep a correspondence? Challenger wants to start a return expedition. This time you won't have to pay for it. Do you think we could meet sometime to talk? Please write back. I await your reply.
Yours Truly,
John
Sounded desperate but it would have to work. He had to send it as soon as possible because he didn't know when she would move again. He ran out of his room and down the stairs to give the letter to the errand boy.
