The most extraordinary thing happened to me today, it came to me in the form of a neatly addressed letter. The scent was familiar as was the hand writing, my small hands stumbled over them selves to open it and my heart raced beneath my petite chest as I did so. Finally I unfolded the letter on crème coloured paper and a smile crept over my virgin white face and tears swelled in my hazel eyes. The letter, it was from him. After so many years of silence he decided to speak to me! Words couldnt express my joy which was immediately followed by the expected resentment, why so long? I sat down on a dark hard wood chair padded with red leather which had been studded to the chair with ageing gold nails. I read the letter out load to my self my once Russian accent was heavily influenced with a French tone.
It has been years since I last saw your smile, since I last heard your soft sympathetic voice in my ear, I have no words that you have not heard before, no explanations that can make this unfortunate chain of events any better all I can hope is you forgive me and come to me. You will find me in Paris, I have been there for a few months now and I shall stay there for 5 more, I hope to see you there.
Yours sincerely, Laurent
I immediately ripped up the letter and threw it into the purifying flames, the flames which cleansed my aching heart and my longing soul. Now it was gone, now Laurent would merely be a bad memory forever locked inside my heart. With a long sigh I got up and sat on the window sill which looked over a beautiful view of the Lake District, which was cursedly prone to rain and that it seemed to do day in and day out. Even the night time seemed grey and dull to me. Nothing I wore brightened up the place even the whole estate seemed to lack life apart from the evanescent glow of the candles that littered the odd room here and there. I would have looked like a china doll sat on that window sill if I had been but a few years younger than I already was doomed to be. Every one wants to be young forever, no? Being 10 years old forever isnt a dream come true it is far from the glistening fountain of youth that you all must imagine when you try to come up with an image of ever lasting youth.
On that thought I left the large window sill and returned to the writing desk that I sat at as I read the letter out load to my self and I picked up a pen and opened a large red lined book that I had purchased a few days ago with out any real purpose, now I was to write down everything. No detail must be left, no rock unturned, he would read this, Laurent that is and any other being that had the will or merely the curiosity to do so. The pen glided over the paper with incredible ease and so my story goes on.