My laptop is giving up. So I'll quickly post some chapters that I'd written so I won't lose them. A friend of mine will try to fix it but I am afraid I'll have to purchase a new one.
Anyone played AC III yet? Oh man, I so desperately want to, but quit sadly there were a few bills to pay. 6th of December I get paid again and I'll get that damn game the same day. My hands have been itching for over a year, and just when the date came closer and closer them stupid bills were coming.

Thanks for the review about the tomatoes. Read it just before I posted this chapter. Read around it if it bothers you, I am not going to change it. However, I really like knowing facts so thanks anyway. I learned something. I like history as well, so that part we have in common, only, I know very little about tomatoes or other food-history haha.
Other than that I use writing letters in this chapter. They were writing for a long time; I'm sure of that, not everyone could write, of course, but when did the letter writing start? I have no idea about that and I'm not gonna research it, laptop is to slow for that right now. So you just gotta believe me.

Chapter 16

"When will you be back?" Maya asked quietly as she sat on her bed with her hands folded in her lap, not really looking at Altaïr who was closing his hidden blade around his wrist. Even though he had had other plans for today, he had cleared them all; Malik would probably understand. Even though he had probably not forgiven Altaïr completely for anything happening in their past together. But he had been kind to him before and he had found the situation utterly humorous.
Altaïr flickered his gaze towards her only for a few seconds; he didn't know how to inform her that he had, in truth, no idea. He sighed deeply as he saw her look up at him out of the corner of his eye. He dreaded returning to Al Mualim. He didn't necessarily hate his life now that he had found Maya; being a part of the brotherhood gave him a purpose in life, he was not, like so many others, just a bystander. He was actually actively trying to make the world a better place. But lately he had started wondering how it would be like. If he had been just like Sayyid; working an everyday job providing for his family, the first priority.
Altaïr had always been taught that the only priority was the assassins, all else came last. He had seen it in the eyes of his father; and he sees it in the eyes of Al Mualim daily. Even though his brothers obviously always were enjoying the warm welcome provided by their family and they did feel love for them, always were they focused on the task at hand first. Even if that meant leaving their family in the most horrific way one could imagine. Altaïr had seen woman mourning the death of a husband and they got very little sympathy from the brotherhood. It was just what an assassin did; they died. Of course they felt grieve but they mastered that feeling and possibly their grief was nothing compared to the grief a wife or son would feel.
"I'll visit you then, Maya" he muttered through the silence as he had no longer anything else to keep him occupied with. Maya nodded her head softly and dropped her gaze on the hands in her lap, playing with her fingers in a way that reminded Altaïr once again that she was innocent to the bone, and just another human being. For in Masyaf no one ever gave away disappointment or nervousness.
But she no longer was just another human being; a civilian. He had no choice but to admit that to himself as he felt the discomfort twitching at the edges of his heart at the thought of leaving her behind once again.
He kneeled before her and placed his hands on top of hers, his dirty fingernails betraying the amount of physical labor that came with his obligations on top of her clean ones. "I can't tell you when, Maya" he admitted then and earned a small smile from her as she studied his face. "Whenever this Al mualim in Masyaf gives you another target, here, in Jerusalem" she quietly spoke reminding Altaïr all that he had told her. She now knew everything, this entire afternoon she had randomly fired questions at his head while she had prepared the best lunch he had in years. It was very seldom that he actually had meal that didn't just focus on what it was that his body needed to keep in great shape, but instead was just made for the enjoyment of eating.
He nodded as an answer while trying to remain eye contact with her but she looked back at their hands on her lap. She knew that he had killed Talal just the day before and she knew what went wrong a few weeks prior to that when he had been injured and so kindly taken care of by her and her family.
He didn't just want to leave; he found it hard to admit that to himself, but the thought of leaving and the very real possibility of not knowing whether or not Maya would remain unmarried for much longer made his inside twitch just enough for him to feel the need to admit that to her. But it was unusual for him to think such thoughts let alone communicating them through words.
"Maya, I " he sighed uncomfortably as the dark green eyes stared into his own; he had never really asked her about them even though he had intended on it a few times before. "Can't you write, every now and then?" she asked quietly as she somehow felt his silent struggle. "I can do that whenever there's time" Maya smiled at this and nodded her head, taking one of her hands from underneath and placing it on top of the pile of hands. "I am really glad I met you, Altaïr" she quietly admitted "you opened my mind to a complete new world and even though we've known each other so shortly, I feel like you made me wiser, you taught me things I otherwise would've never known. I look up to you; you get to see the world and have so much more in your future then I ever will" Altaïr chuckled at the irony and shook his head at her. "You should feel blessed for all that you have. You have a careless life and are loved by plenty. I have none of that, I wish I could" "You are loved Altaïr" Maya quietly said feeling a blush creep up her cheeks, trying desperately to swallow the nervous lump in her throat that formed there after her unexpected confession. Her heartbeat quickened as the silence in the room remained. "My father and mother care for you, I am sure. Malik does, and I… Well I do to" she mumbled as she finally couldn't stand his silence any longer.
Altaïr felt the corners of his mouth turn upwards as he watched how she nervously darted her eyes across the room. "I care for you too, Maya"