Chapter XII: A Letter and the Rain

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Ileana's POV:

The rain was pitter-pattering on the window pane. The water drops made little blurry blobs on the glass. It had been raining for the past three days.

I had finally gotten the courage together to write a letter to Alexei and was sitting at my desk listening to the sound of the consistent storm. Now, to start.

"Dear Alexei,

I think about you too often. And there's no one and nothing that can take my mind off of you. When I do something I wonder what you're doing, if you're doing the same thing as me. Before I go to bed I wonder if you're asleep and dreaming of me. Now a' days thoughts of you take over my mind even when I am asleep."

This letter really makes me sound like a stalker.

"If only you could be here, or I could be there, you would understand. It's almost as if we had the same mind. You always finishing my sentences, and I always saying what you were about to. I think sometimes that's what I miss the most about you. But then I think of your smile, or your laugh, anything about you, and I realize that I just miss everything about you. Its pure misery."

Yeah, and the bleak weather doesn't help.

"It's been raining for three days, I think that it is because nature is just now noticing that you aren't in Romania any more and it's morning the loss of you. I know I am.

I pray everyday for your wellbeing and that of your family. How are you feeling? You haven't hurt yourself again, have you? I hope not. When you described hemophilia to me it sounded like torture."

Alexei had told me that once the bleeding had been so bad that there was a death notice ready to be published in the newspapers. It worried me, no it hurt me. It hurt to think that the person that I loved had to suffer from an incurable disease, and that he just had to stand it. It hurt even more that I couldn't comfort him.

"I miss you and love you. Think of me, please. That's all I need.

With love,

Ileana

I was nervous but ready. Now, the letter is on its way.

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