"Duo?" Quatre called excitedly. His face beaming and his eyes brimming
with expectance Quatre raced into his mansion. His business meeting in
London over, Quatre had returned as quickly as possible to be with his
lover.
"Duo?" He called again. He shrugged off his suit jacket and pulled off the tie, unbuttoning the top buttons on his shirt and un-tucking it so that he felt more relaxed and at home. He kicked off his shoes and put down his briefcase. "Duo, I'm back!" He called.
No one answered. Quatre was not surprised that none of his staff were around. It was midday and the sun was blazing down on the large house. Almost everyone in the area slept at midday when the sun was at its zenith, to avoid the heat and discomfort.
Smiling to himself, Quatre began to climb the velvet-carpeted stairs, an idea forming in his mind. Duo would probably be asleep in their bedroom. What fun it would be to lie down next to him so that when he finally awoke the first thing he would see would be Quatre in the bed next to him!
Quatre hurried down the long corridor, smiling broadly about the idea. He had missed Duo so much over the last few days, and could not wait to see him again. Slowing down as he reached the large gilt doors he pushed them open silently.
He expected the curtains to be drawn and Duo to be spread out of the bed. The room would undoubtedly be in a mess, as Duo was not very good at cleaning up after himself. Quatre was taken aback to find that this was not the case.
The room was bathed in sunlight and was as tidy and spotless as he had left it. The windows were open and the sun threw patterns over the white and gold bedspread on the bed. Quatre saw that no one was in the bed, and it had been made.
"How strange." Quatre muttered to himself. "Duo must be turning over a new leaf." He supposed that Duo must have been sleeping somewhere else in the grounds. But with hundreds of acres of ground belonging to the mansion, Quatre wasn't about to go searching every inch for him. Duo would certainly turn up when it was time for lunch.
Quatre changed into his normal attire and thoughtfully straightened a few things around the room, even though they didn't really need straightening. A few papers lying on the desk caught his attention. He walked over to the desk and shuffled the papers. He was about to put them in the drawer when he saw something that looked like Duo's handwriting.
Quatre would normally not have even looked at the writing; after all it could be Duo's private notes. However he saw his name written at the top of the piece of paper and curiosity got the best of him. As he read the note tears filled his eyes and he had to lean on the desk for support.
'Dear Quatre,
I hope your business in England went well. I'm sure you enjoyed yourself. England sounds wonderful from what you tell me, I've never been myself. You promised you would take me with you next time you go, that was three months ago and you have been back to England seven times since then.
I'm not angry with you for not taking me. I know that this trip was business. But I'm afraid I couldn't take any more of this. I have loved the time that we have spent together, but the time we spend apart is terrible. Every moment that I spend with you is fantastic, but every second I'm here and you are not is hellish. Even when you are here I can't relax, because this isn't where I belong.
I don't think I've ever confessed to you how I really feel about living with you. I love being with you, but not here. This place isn't for me. I'd prefer a little flat in the city, like the one I used to live in. I'm miserable out here. So I've decided to head back to where I belong.
I can't stay with you here. It isn't my world. Similarly I don't expect you to come with me. You are far too good to rough it in the slums and I wouldn't want to see you suffer like that.
Even though I loved you we've grown apart. Maybe I just need some space and time to find out if I still love you. All I know is I was happy being with you, until I moved into your mansion. It's not you, it's me. I can't handle the life that you lead. I need adventure and exciting activities; it's what I thrive on.
I'm sorry if I have hurt you, please believe that I never meant to. You deserve someone better than me. I'll be in touch when I think we are both ready to face up to this. Please don't try to get in touch with me. I don't know where I am going yet. Don't blame yourself or your servants; this is all a problem with me, not you or them.
I would say 'Love From' but I'm not sure I would mean it, so instead I will say 'I wish you well'
Duo'
Quatre put his hand to his mouth in shock. Tears poured down his face. He leaned against the wall and slid down it till he sat in a crumpled heap on the ground, the letter clutched in his fist. There he sat and cried until one of his servants found him more than two hours later.
AN - Aww, poor Quatre. I feel really sorry for him, and I wrote this! Duo doesn't deserve him, but who does? Any ideas would be welcome!!!
"Duo?" He called again. He shrugged off his suit jacket and pulled off the tie, unbuttoning the top buttons on his shirt and un-tucking it so that he felt more relaxed and at home. He kicked off his shoes and put down his briefcase. "Duo, I'm back!" He called.
No one answered. Quatre was not surprised that none of his staff were around. It was midday and the sun was blazing down on the large house. Almost everyone in the area slept at midday when the sun was at its zenith, to avoid the heat and discomfort.
Smiling to himself, Quatre began to climb the velvet-carpeted stairs, an idea forming in his mind. Duo would probably be asleep in their bedroom. What fun it would be to lie down next to him so that when he finally awoke the first thing he would see would be Quatre in the bed next to him!
Quatre hurried down the long corridor, smiling broadly about the idea. He had missed Duo so much over the last few days, and could not wait to see him again. Slowing down as he reached the large gilt doors he pushed them open silently.
He expected the curtains to be drawn and Duo to be spread out of the bed. The room would undoubtedly be in a mess, as Duo was not very good at cleaning up after himself. Quatre was taken aback to find that this was not the case.
The room was bathed in sunlight and was as tidy and spotless as he had left it. The windows were open and the sun threw patterns over the white and gold bedspread on the bed. Quatre saw that no one was in the bed, and it had been made.
"How strange." Quatre muttered to himself. "Duo must be turning over a new leaf." He supposed that Duo must have been sleeping somewhere else in the grounds. But with hundreds of acres of ground belonging to the mansion, Quatre wasn't about to go searching every inch for him. Duo would certainly turn up when it was time for lunch.
Quatre changed into his normal attire and thoughtfully straightened a few things around the room, even though they didn't really need straightening. A few papers lying on the desk caught his attention. He walked over to the desk and shuffled the papers. He was about to put them in the drawer when he saw something that looked like Duo's handwriting.
Quatre would normally not have even looked at the writing; after all it could be Duo's private notes. However he saw his name written at the top of the piece of paper and curiosity got the best of him. As he read the note tears filled his eyes and he had to lean on the desk for support.
'Dear Quatre,
I hope your business in England went well. I'm sure you enjoyed yourself. England sounds wonderful from what you tell me, I've never been myself. You promised you would take me with you next time you go, that was three months ago and you have been back to England seven times since then.
I'm not angry with you for not taking me. I know that this trip was business. But I'm afraid I couldn't take any more of this. I have loved the time that we have spent together, but the time we spend apart is terrible. Every moment that I spend with you is fantastic, but every second I'm here and you are not is hellish. Even when you are here I can't relax, because this isn't where I belong.
I don't think I've ever confessed to you how I really feel about living with you. I love being with you, but not here. This place isn't for me. I'd prefer a little flat in the city, like the one I used to live in. I'm miserable out here. So I've decided to head back to where I belong.
I can't stay with you here. It isn't my world. Similarly I don't expect you to come with me. You are far too good to rough it in the slums and I wouldn't want to see you suffer like that.
Even though I loved you we've grown apart. Maybe I just need some space and time to find out if I still love you. All I know is I was happy being with you, until I moved into your mansion. It's not you, it's me. I can't handle the life that you lead. I need adventure and exciting activities; it's what I thrive on.
I'm sorry if I have hurt you, please believe that I never meant to. You deserve someone better than me. I'll be in touch when I think we are both ready to face up to this. Please don't try to get in touch with me. I don't know where I am going yet. Don't blame yourself or your servants; this is all a problem with me, not you or them.
I would say 'Love From' but I'm not sure I would mean it, so instead I will say 'I wish you well'
Duo'
Quatre put his hand to his mouth in shock. Tears poured down his face. He leaned against the wall and slid down it till he sat in a crumpled heap on the ground, the letter clutched in his fist. There he sat and cried until one of his servants found him more than two hours later.
AN - Aww, poor Quatre. I feel really sorry for him, and I wrote this! Duo doesn't deserve him, but who does? Any ideas would be welcome!!!
