Chapter 22
Ceil sat down in the leather couch that sunk slightly by his weight as he leaned back into the softness and opened the letter ripping the top with his sharp black nails very slowly and began reading its content.
Everything I wanted to say, but didn't…
Earlier
He timidly walked up to Sebastian who was in his tux waiting for his slave to descend the staircase.
He was dressed in a tight black tusk with a tailed lack coat and a white tie over his clean white shirt that was strapped down by the black and white striped tux that was covered by the tailed jacket. His hair was nicely combed back very stylishly only a few strands of hair falling in his face.
"The carriage just arrived, its waiting outside" He said admiring him for only a second a quickly looked away blushing as he remembered what had happened earlier.
"I see" Sebastian said reaching inside his jacket pulling out an envelope, "Here" He said handing it to him.
"This is?" He asked taking the letter seeing that it was actually addressed to him. He looked up at Sebastian who was staring back at him plainly into his eyes searching for a reply.
"Do you know what that is Ceil?"
"No" he said looking at the envelope that felt a bit heavy and looked back up to his master.
"That's why I want you to read it. Read it…and make a decision" He said smiling at the boy that merely blinked at him.
Now
He closed the letter looking plainly at the envelope. He rose to his feet, the letter consisting of over 11 pages of Sebastian handwritten words that he sent to him. He never knew what to do…he read it….he understood….the message was clear.
His entire unanswered question…answered
Requited feelings…..acknowledged
Overwhelming pain….healed
Memories….sealed
He walked over to his bed and began getting to business
This was good.
A chance.
An opportunity.
An Advantage.
He rested the envelope on the top and closed the suitcase zipping it and placed the hat on his head and picked up the suitcase with his clothes inside it.
He walked up the staircase images of all that he'd done in this house flashing through his mind. The times when he was tortured, cleaned the walls, ironed the close, tend the yard, cook the food, paint the house, clean the pavements, bought the grocery, the times when he was literally a rug for Sebastian to walk over. To be disrespected, shunned, hurt, troubled, beaten, tortured, tormented and mistreated. When he had to serve Sanelle. Dress her wounds that would disappear after a few hours. Clean up the mess that was left behind in her torture room, listen to her scream, and return to her room to find her asleep. When he felt like he was going to break to pieces. His unrequited love, his pain, his jealousy, his hate.
He turned the knob of the door breathing in and turning around to look inside the house again.
The last line of the letter ringing through his mind like poetic lines.
So here's your chance. Leave…forget…and return if you please…only when you forget all that has happened. It was after all, a mere occurrence; you could have called it off a long time ago. Remember, it all started with a simple bet, not a cancelled contract, A bet…young master.
Yours Truly
Sebastian Michealis, My Lord
He closed the door.
Leave, forget, and return when I please.
So this game…has finally ended.