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Chapter 77

The morning air was chilly but absolutely calming.

You swing your feet on the large tree branch, looking down. It was a good thing you had fast reflexes, because if you fell the wrong way you would most likely die. Shrugging off the thought, you look around the empty field. You can see your mother crying as she folds laundry in a window quite a ways away from the tree you were sitting in, so you weren't in danger of being caught.

You weren't even near any windows, because you had climbed out of your room and down the tree to sit here. Nobody ever looks here, so when you're upset, it's the perfect place to stay and let off some steam with some kind of reading.

You glance down at the book in your hands, frowning at how light it is. The cover is plain black, and it takes you a few moments to realize that it was the book you disguised.

You knew your family wouldn't look in a plain black book, so you had disguised it and cut out the middle to hide things in. You hadn't looked in at least a year, which made you question which book it was. You had a total of 7, each holding different items that would be taken if your family knew. You carefully open the cover of the book, going forward 15 pages to where you knew you had cut it to. Sure enough, a pile of neatly folded old paper sat in the middle. Some were stuffed in around the ones lying in the middle, but not bad enough to not be able to read what was written there in ink.

"Oh," You breathe out, grinning like an idiot immediately.

Every year or two, Alex has this thing, or someone has this other thing, which makes it impossible for either of you to even see or communicate with each other. The last time this happened was a little over a year ago when your father decided that you didn't need friends and had to focus on your studies. That lasted 2 months, and you weren't allowed to leave the house or spend more than 2 hours away from a book if you weren't sleeping. When things you were taking care of had started to fall, he finally pulled you off it, but by then you decided you had enough and were not going to take over the company. He had two other children who he could train to do it, but you didn't want to.

Another 2 months later you refused his rule of staying home and kept leaving. Eventually, he decided he didn't care, and now you were like a ghost in your own home. Not that you minded too much.

There were very few people who worked for the rich families that you enjoyed. One of them was Ricky, who often went into town to get things for the castle and the horses. He used to smuggle letters out and deliver them to Vanessa for you every other day, and you would get one back about 2 or 4 days later. Alex never failed to write a lot, even if it was nonsense. You remember reading them over and over when you were isolated in your room, keeping them in this book.

You sifted through all of them, reading them one by one.

Dear Y/N,

I can't believe people celebrate big holidays all day. Sometimes I think we miss out on a lot of things, even if we have everything we could ever want (besides present parents, of course.) I only started having fun on holidays like Christmas, or things like my birthday, when I was allowed to spend them with you. Before that, I spent an hour with Natasha and my parents. We would exchange gifts and talk about them for a few minutes, then sit in the room in silence with the occasional talk of, "How are your studies going?" and "Do you have any plans for the future of our company?"

I never really cared for it, and when Father died and I was never upset about it, I realized how unpresent he was in my life. You spent the same amount of time with your father, but it wasn't civil at all. For that, I am very sorry. I know you told me never to say that because it is not my fault, but his, but I still am truly sorry.

When he passed away and you spent those holidays with me instead, I felt very important. I missed you on my birthday yesterday, and I'm sorry neither of us could escape our houses to see each other. I hope you'll be let out before your birthday so I can see you. I'm already planning your present.

Thank you for the cookies, by the way. Vanessa said you wanted to send a cake, but Ricky couldn't carry it without being damaged. I appreciate it anyway, though. I hope I hear from you soon. I love and miss you.

Love, Alex.

You read this one for weeks after it came. It was the only one you kept coming back to.

Dear Y/N,

Did you know that, according to Vanessa, I'm a natural at crochet?

Father said that that was an activity for girls, but when I didn't leave my room yesterday because I was reading your letter and 'sulking' (Her words. She insisted I looked ashen and had this tension around me she referred to as sullen and unable to be comforted. It made me laugh with how much she sounded like you. I miss you.) when she came in and told me that I needed to do something with her. A distraction, if you will. She took me to her chambers, which was quite small, but she had a grand bucket full of yarn and crochet needles.

Do you remember that time she made us matching sweaters, sage green and maroon red? They have one of our initials on it, and you got the green one originally with an A in the color of the other sweater. Mine had a Y/I on it in sage green, and we swapped because it made us think of the other more, you remember? I'm sure you do, you talk about it a lot. Anyway, it still fits me now, but it isn't as big as before. I want to make us new ones someday, so I told her to teach me how. We spent a few hours doing it, and it's actually quite nice. There's no way I can do it well enough to make sweaters with our initials yet, but I'm going to get there for you.

Love, Alex.

As far as you knew, he was still working up to making those sweaters, but he has made you a large number of hats and stuffed animals. Even a pillowcase.

Dear Y/N,

That rabbit that you fed last time you were here keeps coming back when I'm outside doing yard work. You keep feeding her and she keeps coming back, and I keep giving her more lettuce for her and her babies. She just had more, by the way, and I took a few pictures to print out. I'll show them to you when you come over next time.

Natasha and Vanessa keep complaining that they just 'go missing' and there have been several arguments because 'crops can't just grow legs and walk away!'

It was quite funny to watch Natasha freak out about it. I'm sure the rabbit is very appreciative. They know they aren't getting in to eat it because of the tips your sister gave Natasha to keep them out.

Sorry I can't write more, I have a lot of classes this week. It really is unfortunate, because all I think about during them is if you were next to me. I hate this, but I can't argue with your father or threaten to just let you leave the house.

Get out soon.

Love, Alex.

You read until the sun started to set. You knew you would be called for dinner soon, so you organized everything inside the book to the way they were, your favorites at the bottom.

You shoved the book in the waistband of your pants and started climbing the tree quickly, closing and locking your window just in time for there to be a knock at your door.

You'd go see Alex first thing in the morning.

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(In the meantime, Chase has that meeting with Azrael, calls his mom to look after his cat while he... Uhm. Yeah.)

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Hey. You guys should totally give me some ideas for their past (Like dates and just scenarios and hangouts and stuff) because I am out and there are way more chapters where they aren't mentioned at all. Help