Yay! I got a review! Thanks, Yammy, I was waiting for one so I'd know if I should continue or not.
Raine: I vote negatively.
You do everything negatively, you silly pessimest.
Raine: Realist. I am a realist.
With pessimestic views, darling. Any-who, chapter two! Haha, rhyme..
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She could see the rays of early morning sunlight resting on the cave's hard floor as she slowly came 'round again. She had slept through the night, apparently very soundly. Blinking her eyes of violet-tinted blue, she tried to shift. But her breath caught in her throat at a sharp pain shot through her abdomen. The wound did not agree with her attempts at moving.
She chewed on her lip, biting back a cry as she tried again. Finally getting into a decently comfortable position - the best she'd achieve - she picked up the pen and paper again, to recommence writing her letter's second page.
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I'm sorry, I fell asleep. Where was I? Oh. Yes - the beginning of this story. Well, I suppose I'll start at a point where you'll most surely remember. It's been just two months since our wedding - and a wonderful sixty days at that. For the most part, of course. Everything except the wretched events I'm going to explain.
It started about a week and a half ago, you'll probably know the day I'm referring to. Once I get started I know you will. It wasn't an altogether special day, at least not at first. And I'm not sure I'd call it "special" even after everything was set into motion. It was certainly different, though.
"Good morning," I smiled at you, noting your return to conciousness. I had only awoken a few moments before, but nevertheless I was awake before you.
You returned the morning's greeting, and accompanied me downstairs once we had made ourselves "presentable." Naturally we parted ways at the kitchen, for we both know all too well that I cannot now, have never nor will I ever be able to cook. And besides, you're a wonderful chef anyway. I'm perfectly happy to leave that nasty job(in my opinion) in your capable hands.
Breakfast was shared, the table was cleared. We sat down to talk as we normally do. Everything was just fine, until there came a knock on our door. We blinked at eachother, and you went to open the door. A man stood there. You remember, the one with short cropped black hair and rather suspicious green eyes. Yes, him.
"May I help you?", you prodded as I was standing to come to your side.
But he just stood there. His gaze lingered almost maliciously over you, which I'll admit made me nervous. But then he looked at me, and his expression was odd. I don't know how to explain it, it was just very strange. Something flared in his eyes as he watched me arrive at your side.
I guess you noticed this, too, though, because I couldn't help but notice that you shifted to be just a fraction of an inch in front of me. You repeated your inquiery, and the stranger glanced up as if noticing you for the very first time. "Ah, I apologize, sir," he said in a voice I didn't really trust. He gave what looked to me like a very fake smile indeed, and clasped his hands behind his back. "I've never been to Altamira, you see, and I was hoping you could tell me something."
"I'll certainly help if I can," you replied.
"Actually I wanted to know where the Duke Bryant's Lezareno company was. I wanted to see it for myself, to know if it really was as grand as people claimed." Hah. Some liar, I'll give him that. But that tone of innocence he used bothered me right from the start.
"I see...If you follow the path to the far side you'll come to the Elemental Railway. Take the car, and you can get to the Lezareno." You answered politely enough, but I could tell something about him got to you, as well.
"Thank you, sir." He smiled,and bowed himself away from the door, which you closed softly. You turned to me with cocked eyebrow, and I shrugged gently. I didn't have any rock-hard evidence against him. I don't even know what I suspected him of, exactly, but there was something not-quite-right.
You took my arm to lead me back to the sofa again, and once more we sat. We talked. We laughed. A typical day, except for the odd visit from an odd stranger. And so ends day one...That's how it started.
One strange event gave rise to this entire tale. And now my hand is cramping from too much cursive - I have to give it a rest for a little while. I promise I'll go on soon, though. Be patient...
I love you.
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She tacked on the last three-word-sentence, because it seemed to fit the sopiness of the dying-wife role. Laying down the materials for the second time, she rubbed her hand gently. Another whispered verbalization of pain passed her lips. But she couldn't give in yet - the letter had to be finished before then. She didn't particularly want to die, but if she had to she would at least give him the gift of an explanation.
She murmured his name to herself, leaning her head back again to rest her eyes and hand alike.
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So? What did you think? Awfully pathetic, wouldn't you say?
Raine: Yes. Cease this tale at once, my dear.
Since when have I ever listened to you?
Raine: ...-Sigh-
Exactly. Stay tuned if anyone's interested. 'Sides Yammy.