billet doux

t r o i s / t r e s

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most of time people who belong to a pair of twins would often complain about having to share their birthday but for me i have always benefited from it. sharing a party with eve meant that i didn't have to worry about the thought of actually handing out the invitations and the constant fear of no one attending. for years i thought that i would never have to stress over it, but i was proven wrong when eve dropped the question during lunch today

" mama, is it okay if i go to the beach with my friends for my birthday? " i almost dropped my fork but caught it midway. mom's eyebrows furrow, " you want to hold the party at the beach? "

eve shakes her head, " no, i just want to spend the day with them. no parties . . . for a change. " she explains.

" but what about your sister? " mom asks, glancing my way while i sit there nervously.

" of course, she'll go with me. " eve assures her. but the problem was is that i didn't want to go. i was sure i'd feel out of place and i didn't want to stress eve out about having to make sure her loser of a twin sister wasn't left out. so i shake my head, disagreeing. " i don't feel like celebrating. i'll be okay here. " eve was taken aback at first but she eventually nods her head.

" eloise, darling, are you sure? " my mom asks, worry dripping from her voice and with a hesitant nod coming from my side, the conversation ended.

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it wasn't until eleven at night when eve finally came home from her bonfire party, to say my mother was mad is an understatement. her curfew was at eight.

" can i borrow your cd player? " i ask as i stood under the frame of my sister's bedroom door at twelve am, unable to catch a wink of sleep. eve only groaned from under her bedsheets and directed me to her vanity dresser with a tired point of her index finger. i switch on the lights-which earns me a another groan of annoyance-and walk over to wear she directed. in the mids of my digging through the mess that lay atop of her dresser, a glinting piece of silver catches my eye. i take the necklace and held it out in between my fingers, the cross pendant dangling. i knew who it belonged to, of course, i could recognise it from anywhere. it was james'. he never took it off for anyone. before eve could see, i place the silver back down and continue to look for the player whilst the unknown reason as to why eve had something of james' brought a sinking feeling to my insides.

it's halfway through two am in the morning and i am laying on top of my single bed with soothing music flooding into my ears. distracted, i sit up and reach for my rose-scented stationary-which my mother had bought me last summer-and a pen. and before i knew, i was already writing. the pen gliding smoothly against the light pink paper, spilling not only ink, but my feelings with it.

colombia, my colombia, with your captivating eyes.

opals which hold the brightest stars, much like the night skies.

this is my billet-doux to you, worded with feelings that my pen shall bleed ;

i'll keep wishing that they'll leave a mark on your soul even though you're way out of my league.

- f.r

a/n : HOLY SHIT I FINALLY UPDATEDDDD. HER CODENAME IS F.R BECAUSE I THINK THAT'S FRANCE'S TWO LETTER ABBREVIATION?¿ IDK CORRECT ME IF I'M WRONG.