✴Pristine Melancholy✴ #Wattys2017

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January 26th, 1991 (11:10am)

I have to end my letters because my papers aren't long in length perhaps i should run to the market and get more of the paper; after all this tale is not so simple.

I remember it was a fateful Wednesday morning; i was sitting in my recliner, a "Times" newspaper clutched in my hands, eyes skimming over the stock market changes displayed in the business section.

My woman, sauntered in "so i found a woman willing to be home maid" she smiled as she looked at me and i smiled at her "really now? Well that's phenomenal then! When does she join?" I asked, eyes training back to the paper

"Right now, they're outside actually" "then call them in"  she nodded and mentioned Cynthia (another maid) to call them in.

Soon enough a woman entered the house, decent she could've been in her late 40's or so but friendly nonetheless

"This is Alice" "hello Alice" i greeted her with a small smile "sir" she nodded her head in return "okay Alice so, where's your luggage?" Cindy asked her

"Outside madam, my daughter is getting them" "ah yes, your daughter where is she then?" She will be working as well i suppose?" "I'll call her ma'am" Alice nodded her head and went back out

"So what do you think?" "She seems like a decent woman" i replied honestly Cindy hummed

Alice came back in soon enough as both me and my wife looked at her expectantly, as she called her daughter "Eleanor!"

And lo there she was, Eleanor the maids daughter. I remember to have thought that she is the most pure thing I've laid my eyes on, she had that aura around her.

I'd like to inform you dear reader that my heart is ramming against my chest as i write this, just as it had done that day.

There she was standing so adorably shy, eyes trained to the ground. Standing no more than five feet tall in her navy blue dress with white collars, reaching just above her knees.

Her beautiful brown hair held back in a braid and i wanted to wrap my fingers around them.

"How old are you Eleanor?" "I'm seventeen madam" "very well then" Cindy announced and i broke from my trance

"You can go and keep your luggage in your quarter, Cynthia will help you" the mother, daughter duo went on, without another word.

Now i do realise how very wrong this whole ordeal was. I realise the sinful intentions i had mustn't be fulfilled. But who has the power to control their heart?

Now, i was painfully in a trance because of the adolescent doll that i encountered not more than ten minutes ago but i can't help it.

Maybe if i hadn't said yes to the maid thing, we wouldn't be so broken. I would be empty, still 

But then i wouldn't be dying for her embrace.