Sincerely, Easter

Jack 1895

Jack Piper was an average looking boy, with a sweeping mass of brown curls that often fell down over his big muddy brown eyes that glistened in sunlight. He worked as a stableboy and his father a blacksmith, his mother had died during childbirth. Jack wasn't sad at the event of his mothers passing as he never knew her, but curious as to what kind of woman she would have been ; would she be strong? Caring? Sweet? Bitter? Small? Tall? Frail? Muscular? Jack would have at least liked the idea of knowing her, but his fathers companionship was more than satisfactory.
Jack and his father Thomas, known to all as 'Tommo', went together like apple pie and custard on a winters day. Tommo had made it his soul promise to care and look after Jack no matter what the circumstances, and Tommo liked to think he had fulfilled that roll rather well. Jack had turned out to be a fine young boy for the 1890's working class, and although they owned barely a penny to their name Tommo liked to think of his social position as rather fortunate in comparison to the homeless paupers out on the cobbles, at least they had some what of a roof to sleep underneath, even if it was just moss infested pieces of corrugated iron.
Jack was always a polite young man and had soul respect for both the paupers and the first class, who ultimately had no respect for him in return. But that was just the kind of person Jack Piper was, always forgiving and always loving no matter what life in the Victorian Era threw at him.
Jack would often sit cross legged by the old oak fence, watching the Duchesses daughter play with a small wooden train : a luxury Jack could only dream of owning some day, a train set of his very own. His dad had fashioned him a little 2 dimensional car out of copper which was his most prized possession next to his bandana, but it was nothing in comparison to the toys Easter-Marie Sunderland owned.
Easter was quite possibly the one person Jack had come into contact with minus his father and on occasions one of the Duchesses maids giving specific orders. She was always there on a daily basis without fail, and Jack was often tempted to burst through the fence to go and talk to her, but being a some-what smart boy and knowing the consequences he would have to face for touching the duchesses youngest child, Jack thought it better to stay in his quarters and watch her from afar.
Her life was a complete contrast of his, her every movement was elegant and poised, her eyes little orbs of electric blue, her lips perfectly small but plump all at once, her cheeks a little porcelain blush and her nose and a little bit of her cheeks covered with the lightest shade of a scattering of freckles.
It was like watching a china doll play to Jack, everything about her looked as though it had been formed to an artificial level of perfection, as though nothing made of a human womb could be that beautiful.
Jack on the other hand was extremely boney, with a small frame and clumsy hands and feet. His movements were blocky and lumbering, and for such a tiny boy he had the worst balance Easter had ever seen. His skin was tanned lightly and his teeth were partially goofy, but Easter enjoyed watching him when his eyes were diverted to a nearby distraction that wasn't Easter.
Never once had they spoken, never once had they even maintained eye contact. But when he saw her sitting there around 2 meters away, he felt like he had known her his whole life, and slowly the oak fence between them in his mind began to disintegrate to ash.