Up in Marius' private rooms, I had curled myself there on the edge of his couch, leaning over him with little else but pure joy to see him mending with each passing day. His displeasure was a good indication that he was his old self again too, as Asia plucked out a letter from her pocket and handed it to him.
Marius did not read it right away, but slipped it 'neath his coverlet for the time being, leaving both Asia and I to our unsated curiosity.
Marius did not read it right away, but slipped it 'neath his coverlet for the time being, leaving both Asia and I to our unsated curiosity.
"Aren't you going to read your letter?" She asked.
"Yes, Marius.. read the letter." We stared at him.. and he stared right back with his uncanny expressionless expression.
I have been informed of your demise.
And I shall be arriving in Jad by tomorrow afternoon.
Bijou.
The letter was much longer than that and I knew he had skipped right over several parts, reading aloud only the most pertinent of details. "Damos," but it was I who fell beneath his snap decision, and I again who would be banished from his private rooms upon the third floor. "Go downstairs."
It was not until much later that I had learned the letter had been delivered a little later than had been planned. For she arrived later that very day.
~ A tisket. A tasket. A green and yellow basket. I wrote a letter to my love, and on the way I lost it. I lost it. ~
