You might know these characters, you might not. Whatever the case it doesn't matter. They'll tell a different tale than you will expect.
This book begins with an ending, and a new beginning. It begins with the feeling of abandonment and the feeling of certainty. So let's begin;
"So you are really going?" I ask. I know the answer but I have the fragile hope that this all is a dream conjured by fear. "I am, I am going." he answers much to my dismay. I fidget with my gloves and just respond with okay. Just okay, why am I so stupid! Say something different Yves! "Is that your answer?" Cyril asks, he has a saddened tone in his voice. "After all what we have expierienced together?" he asks, almost begging for more. I reach out my hand for a last handshake and say: "What more is there to say?" he looks at my hand and turns around, seemingly disappointed in me. What should I have done? embraced him? I am not allowed to do such things right? he looks at me through the window of the carriage and says I will miss you. the carriage begins to ride. Frances, my dear sister, looks at me "This shouldn't be how you two end" she's right, this might be the last time I see him in person. I grab a book from my bag and begin to pursue the carriage. My hat falls off and I'm afraid I might've lost my pocket watch. but I don't dare hesitate. I knock on the window and when he opens it I hand him my copy of dorian gray. He always loved reading my annotations. He smiles and gives me a flower, a green carnation. He used to wear it as a corsage all the time. I scream "Enjoy Paris! If you return bring something for me! Send me a letter!! I'll miss you." I miss him already, the way he dances, the way he loves, the way he looks and the the way he'd talk to me. I'll miss you, my rain.
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To my Dearest Friend
Historical FictionOut of mind out of sight? Is that something that's true, Yves hopes it's not. When his best friend moves away from victorian London to Paris and he can't follow he feels the weight of loneliness creeping up on him. But the letter from his dear Cyril...