I sigh in frustration as I stare down at the blank piece of paper. I twirl my newly sharpened pencil between my fingers and on the odd occasion, I tap it lightly against the wooden desk Sophie gave me a few days ago.
I was supposed to arrive in Paris today. Right now I'm supposed to be knocking on my aunt's door and start training to be a proper lady and begin my search for a husband. Needless to say, I expect my aunt will send word to my mother soon enough when I don't show up so I'll send a letter to both of them first. Only I can't seem to find the right words.
Frustrated, I toss the pencil against the wall and slump my head down onto the desk.
"Why is this so difficult!" I scream.
"I'm not entirely sure what you're up to but I'm pretty sure yelling won't solve the problem," a man chuckles from the direction of the doorway.
I look up and glare at Adrien, he smirks and casually leans against the frame his arms crossed over his chest.
"You standing there looking all smug doesn't help," I growl at him through clenched teeth which only seem to amuse him and he snickers.
He pushes himself away from the doorway and saunters over to my bed and takes a seat.
"What are you doing there anyway?"
"Making a list of all the ways I can kill you."
He laughs and despite how much he irritated me only a few minutes ago I found myself laughing with him. "Seriously what are you doing?" he asks as he lies down.
Sighing I turn around in my chair so that I am now facing him.
"I am trying to write some letters."
"Letters?"
"To my mother and aunt. I'm supposed to arrive in Paris today and I figured the least I should do is inform both of them that I will not follow their rules and will be living my own life."
He moves my pillows over to prop his head up so that he can look me in the eye.
He smirks. "So basically you're sending fuck you letters."
I raise my eyebrows.
"Excuse me."
"Fuck you letters. They are letters you send to people who you hate and you politely tell them fuck you for whatever reason. I knew a guy who once sent a letter like that to his wife who left him for a baker."
"That is the stupidest thing I've ever heard of... but yeah that's basically what I'm doing."
I turn back around and pick up my pencil. Resting on my elbow I pinch the bridge of my nose with my two forefingers and release a long sigh.
"Why is this so hard for you?" he asks me, his voice laced with curiosity.
"I'm not sure," I mumble.
The mattress creaks as he jumps up. "Well, I'll leave you to it," he walks over to the door but before he leaves he turns back around and smiles at me. Gesturing toward the piece of paper which so far only contains the words Dear mother he says, "Don't hold back."
Closing the door behind him I quietly listen to him walk away and down the stairs.
"Don't hold back," I whisper and with a beaming smile on my face, I move my pencil across the page, the words fueled by hatred flowing from me.
Dear Mother
I have allowed you to control my life for far too long and it ends now.
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