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xvii. answers and more questions

chapter seventeen
ANSWERS AND MORE QUESTIONS

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» » SLEEP DIDN'T COME to me that night. I guess I was too distracted by the battling thoughts in my head to relax. The primary thought occupying my brain being that of Fred and Violet. How he lit up as he caught sight of her as she walked through the door, and how she had her arm snaked around his body watching him from underneath her eyelashes.

I didn't quite know what to make of it, that uneasy feeling residing in the pit of my stomach, and it made me go crazy.

No, that was a lie.

I knew exactly what it was.

Jealousy.

I was jealous, and despite not having the right to be — I couldn't help it. It was all too much for me to handle. Seeing them together, all happy and draped in each other's arms, it made my blood curdle, and I wanted nothing more than to escape the harsh reality I'd found myself in.

So after having twisted and turned in bed for hours upon hours that night, I soon found myself climbing out of bed and sneaking out to the kitchen. It was dark and quiet, I could barely see where I was going, and I didn't even have the strength to turn on the kitchen light. So there I was, standing in the pitch black, scratching at my brain and attempting to find something to do. Anything to keep from wallowing in self pity. Anything to get the picture of the two of them out of my head.

That's when I heard the sound of something scratching against the window pane, as if that something was trying to get inside. Upon investigating the strange sound, I quickly realised it was Otus the owl, his tiny beak pecking against the window, his eyes glistening in the shady moonlight.

"Hey, buddy. What you got there?", I whispered to the small animal, catching sight of the white envelope he was carrying. "Can I see it?".

I took the letter from the bird, handing him some seeds to snack on, which he took diligently. I noticed that the envelope had my name on it, so without thinking about it further, I tore it open and began reading.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

Dear Edith,

I know this must come as a shock to you and I don't expect anything from you, but I feel you ought to know;

I am back in London.

I don't know for how long, but I would like it very much if you would come and see me. If it isn't too much to ask, I would love for us to talk. I know it's been years since we last saw each other and I am sure things between us won't be the same as they used to, I just hope you would give me the chance to explain myself.

I will be at The Three Broomsticks on Sunday at noon.

Don't tell your mother, I am well aware she does not wish for you to see me. I suppose she has all the right to be angry with me, as do you. What I did to you, it's not something I'm proud of.

One day I hope you can forgive me.

- Dad

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

I must've reread the letter fifteen times or more, looking for any kind of sign that this was all just an elaborate hoax. A well thought out prank someone was pulling on me. However, I quickly came to the conclusion that the letter was very much real.