¹ The Mail

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I was devastated; I can't think straight! My mind is empty and I can't focused on writing my novel!
I'm distracted but I don't know what!
I tried to think for the characters yet nothing is coming to my head.
This is ridiculously annoying.

"Mr. Seymour? Is it okay for me to come in?" Mrs. Watson knocked in my door.
"Yes, of course Mrs. Watson!" I replied as before she opened the door.

"Here, a cup of tea and croissants , since you missed breakfast"  she said as she put the tray in empty side of my desk. "Thanks" is this why I'm empty headed just right now? Gosh, I'm stupid!

"Dreaming about them over and over again is not good, Mr. Seymour" She said with serious tone as she stared at the window. "Huh?" "You know what I mean" She replied. Of course I know what she meant! "I'm actually surprised Mr. Hudson doesn't know about your family, Mr. Seymour" she commented as she turned her gaze to me. "I'm actually surprised too that he doesn't know, I mean isn't always  the headline in the newspaper two years ago?" I asked as I remembered how irritating all those news writers with their questions.

"Yes, it is" she replied and turned her gaze to the window again. "But the point is Mr. Seymour, you should move on now~ I know it still hurts since Lucia is my niece but even tho it's hard I moved on now and you should too!" She pointed out, I forgot she's her aunt. "Huh! I hope it was easy when they actually died in front of you!" I yelled angrily as I slammed the desk making the tea spilled out. I saw her face in fear as the realization hit me. "I–I'm sorry, really really sorry! I'm sorry for yelling you Mrs. Watson" I apologize as I worrying if I yelled her to loud.

"N–no.... it's okay, I...I understand you Mr. Seymour" she stuttered as she fixed the tea cup. "I should get you another cup of tea Mr. Seymour" she said as she picked up the cup and leave the room.

What a bad morning to start the day, the nightmare and misunderstood conversation is such a bad start.

Another knock was heard on the door.
"It's open , Hudson" I depressingly said.
"I'm sorry for disturbance, Mr. Seymour, but you have an mail from one of your ....perhaps colleagues" Said he as he dropped the mail in my desk. "Thank you Hudson" he just nod and left.

A mail? From a colleague? A little bit interesting.. it's been years when the last I received mail from a colleagues.
I started to examine the mail and opened to read who it come from.

March 13 1888
1678 Kingston street, Whitchurch
John Martin De la Cruz

Dear Amigo,

Hola! It's been years my amigo! How are you so far? Writing another novel to brag I say?

This man. I could definitely imagine and heard his loud mouth from my mind.

Oh, I should say my friend, I'm back here in Britain now my friend. I just came from France, say they're croissants there are perfecto. And also my friend, I've been decided I'm going to visit you, I might be in my way right now.. hahaha.

Erghh.. an headache will be here huh? I should hide myself right now.

Also I know you will try to hide yourself so I'm gonna say it will be useless.. hahaha... I'm your friend after all!
And besides I have issues I want to talk with you, Amigo. So prepare a cup of coffee for me will you? Hahaha!

Your dear friend,
Martin

That moron's gonna visit, huh? And tell me nonsense gossip of his. Such a foolish man~ I wonder when he will be here?

A sudden smirk placed in my face as I think how he will be loud in my house with his laugh. I placed his letter in my cabinet.. and continued my novel once again. I mean he wouldn't mind if I don't replied to his letter, right? Besides he knows me and how I act and not to mention just like what it said in the letter his on his way here so a reply wouldn't be needed. 

"Mr. Seymour, here's your tea"  Mrs. Watson placed my tea in the same spot before and walked out. It's so awkward.. I hate it.

'Anyway, When will that bastard be here? Who cares by the way?' thoughts of my head as I stared at the window. I should continued to my novel now by the way.

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"Señor, We're almost arrived at London" The driver advised. "I see... from what I'm seeing, it almost nothing have changed here" The man smiled as he watched the people walking around to their destination. "I agree señor, but the fog are quite less than before , don't you agree señor?" the driver replied "Hahaha, nice observation amigo!" The man laughed and silence was heard in the car once again. "Such a shame" The man stated as he watched the scenery. "What is it , señor?" driver asked.

"It's just that in France the people can enjoy the sun and the skies yet here.... It's the opposite.. full of fog and even the gaze of sun can't be seen here" the man sigh of disappoinment. "It's because of the factories, señor but isn't the France also had factories?"  "Ci , but the factories are less than here, amigo" " All I can say now , señor is.. it's part of the economy business, señor". As an end of the conversation silence was all over in the car.

" See you soon, Mi amigo" the man whispered to himself as he smirked excitedly staring at the car window.

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