Chapter 2

A Reoccurrence and a Revelation

The next morning when I pulled out the letter to look at, I was astonished to discover that the note had seemed to duplicate! The second letter was addressed to me also, the ink changing from gold to black; I stared at it in wonderment. I was an extremely light sleeper and any movement near me usually caused me to awake…

Resolving just to read it and not trouble myself as to how it got there I opened the fold to find the same drawing of a rose, only, as though it were a real living rose, it had seemed to wilt a little.

My Dear Victoria,

My time will grow short one day,

Then I'll no longer put words at play.

Until that morning dawns,

I would like to say:

I am no stranger to you sweet friend.

You know me and I often pass your way,

But we two have never spoken.

Do you listen?

Take nothing that is said for what it is,

Only what it could be.

Someday soon, you will look on me,

I only pray that day you will see,

The love radiating out of me.

I am here to keep you safe,

Warm at night and content.

I would die to save your life,

And no cat could stop it.

Until the sun burns bright no more,

Until the moon falls from the sky,

I will love you forever and more.

And I dream of you and I.

Yours Ever

A Tom Totally Captured In Love.

This one hit me even harder than the last, its final verse bringing tears to my eyes.

"Oh Bast, please let me find him." It seemed to me at that moment I heard a sigh followed by a passing shadow on the ground outside the oven's window. Perhaps it was a dream born of my susceptible mind, I cannot tell.

"Morning Vici of the love letters," Etcetera stretched with a yawn, "sleep good?"

"Mmmph." I grunted not wanting her to know I had another letter. As I was about to push the letters under my pillow, I discovered another passage on the back of the new one.

A little note to the one I love:

I know you have thoughts of fairness,

And your honor makes me love you all the more,

This brave nobility humbles me.

My love is no secret joy,

Others know what you do not.

It is your decision to share or not,

But sharing is another joy.

He was practically telling me to let my friends read the notes! After letting my eyes pass frantically over the words, I heaved a heavy sigh.

"I have another note…and I decided that, if you still want to you can read my letters." She froze mid-yawn.