Exile || Sebastian Sallow

24 | Guilty As Sin?

"What if he's written 'mine' on my
upper thigh only in my mind?"
—Taylor Swift

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24 | Guilty As Sin?

Belle's Perspective

When midnight struck, I'd already had a fresh parchment with my scribble on it waiting for Orpheus. I sent it through the box.

Happy midnight to you again, Orpheus.

He responded in under a minute. And just like yesterday, he wrote on the same parchment, his delicate handwriting filling the page with life in the same way he filled my nights with life. I didn't know what he sounded like but for some reason, I could hear the laughter in his writing.

Happy midnight to you too, Eurydice. Has your day gone any better today than yesterday?

I wrote:

A little. I managed to avoid two people I didn't want to see for the entire day today. I have a feeling my luck will run out tomorrow though.

There was a minute or two of delay with his next response. I would've thought he wrote something longer but it was the usual.

Care to share with the class? Who are these two you're trying to avoid?

I rolled my eyes with a soft chuckle.

Doesn't matter. Just two people that hurt me. You recall what I said the other day, don't you?

He wrote:

Ah, right. I dare say they don't deserve your tears.

I meant my next response to be more like a joke, but as I sent it, it dawned on me I might've been projecting a bit. I hoped he didn't take it too seriously. I wrote back with:

How about you? Found a new girl yet in the one day we hadn't spoken?

Ps. Whatever you do, don't break her heart.

I chewed on my nail while I waited anxiously for his response because it felt like there was another hesitation on his end. That might've been my fault, but eventually, he wrote back.

You're going to hate me with what I say next.

I frowned and bit my lip at those words.

Hate you? Never.

Orpheus's handwriting got a bit messier with his next words as if it took effort to confess it onto the page.

I might have found someone but I don't even want to attempt anything with her. She's too good for me. I will only hurt her.

Hm. Sounded like someone I knew. Honestly, were all men the same? Did they fall into either category? One category being the ones with screwed-up heads and mean personalities, and the other being the ones with good hearts but have screwed-up heads.

I wrote:

How would you know if you never tried?

Orpheus: