Yours, Adellyne Marie
I scribbled my signature on my journal to which I record all my daily experiences. Scent of freshly mowed grass hit my nose as the chills of the evening air sets in. The swing attached to Paris moves with its breeze.
Not far away I can hear the clacking of horse shoes against the stone. It must be mother and father. I swiftly hid the journal into the hole of the tree trunk. I lifted my dress a little so I could walk quickly to greet my parents. I came on time, for the moment I set foot on the living room the front door opened making the hinges creak with its weight.
"Hello dear." My parents greeted simultaneously.
"Mother, father, where have you been?" I went to hug each of them and saw Winston carrying a large stack of books. It irked my curiosity so I asked.
"For what are these huge stacks of books?"
"Your father is an inventor, had it occurred to you that he will need them?" Mother answered.
Very well then. But what intrigued me more was at a book spine written was Studio Approfondito Delle Malattie Rare which translates to In Depth Study of Rare Diseases. Aren't those for doctors though?
Mother and Father have been mostly out of town these past months since mother claimed that father was chasing a discovery and will stop at nothing to find it.
Him and his obsessions. He's always been like that since I was a little girl it's just that this year, he's been so frantic and it seems to me, desperate.
Tomorrow came and I am sitting on Paris with Cynder. The sky is pretty cloudy and the air is windy and humid.
"We just have to ride a boat" Cynder said.
She was telling me about going to her aunt's house for she asked me if I could accompany her. I immediately said yes of course and I told my parents about it and they only asked me to never run. Since I was 14, they always have told me to never run for it is unladylike and we can't tolerate an unladylike Beaufort woman.
"We'll just be there for a couple of hours." Cynder assured.
Upon the boat ride Cynder started talking about the newly opened boutiques in town. I listened to her intently giving comments here and there. I've been queasy since I overheard mother talking to the Doctor. Worry is eating me and I couldn't even bring myself to ask mother about it since it must have been a struggle for them both.
"Cynder can I tell you something?" I said and she nodded
"Yesterday I overheard mother and Doctor Goustavou talking. Mother was pleading and I heard the doctor saying sorry. What could it possibly mean? I am deeply worried." I finished with a deep sigh.
We went silent. I was anticipating for a reply but none of us dared to speak. I wasn't even sure if she was listening. I busied myself staring at my eyes' reflection through the water.
As the boat neared the lake house, I could feel Cynder's uneasiness. We hopped out of the boat and started towards the house. I am a bit startled when her shy voice fought the sounds of the flowing water to reach my ears.
"Everything will be fine." She said non-commitally. I gave her an unconvinced smile.
A lady in her late thirties greeted us and accompanied us to their sitting room. The whole family is buzzing around to prepare themselves for church and here I am sitting in a bulky chair reading a novel about mythical creatures while waiting for them. The family talked among themselves which then leaves me to my book. This would be quite a day to say the least.
After such introductions at church we head to the town to comb through the boutiques and see if new cosmetics have come to stores. I have been smiling the whole day but as I lay asleep that night streaks of tears flowed down my cheeks. For some reason I doubt how much my precious childhood best friend cared for me.
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Ficção Geral❄Others tie it in knots and hold on but some choose to just let go.❄. Adellyne Beufort was raised in a comfortable lifestyle. She had a happy childhood and probably has the brightest future. But a certain boulder was thrown at her. Her mother was de...
