✴Pristine Melancholy✴ #Wattys2017

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January 29th, 1991 (8:04pm)

I haven't written a letter in a while. Frankly i try to keep it in the back of my mind, but i have to face my fears one day.

Now dear reader, you must wonder to yourself as you sit there, reading this awfully mysterious letter; Why would i write 'letters' if it's a tale?

The answer is quite simple, i like the idea of this. Call me old fashioned but i like to keep things a little vintage,

Letters were a normality when i was a teen, but ever since the technology has taken toll; no one is willing to spend their time in writing anymore not when we have wall telephones!

It's a genius discovery, I'll never deny that, and its nice to hear the voice of someone whose away from you, but doesn't it take a private feeling away?

My, it's hard to understand isn't it? I've always had complex, unusual thoughts in my mind.

However what i mean to say is when you write a letter, it shows that you care about that person to take time out of your day and write to them, it makes you feel special.

I remember i used to write letters for my darling; not Cindy.

When the toxic tale began, i wasn't quite sure how  i should let my emotions out. Who have i to talk to but my trusty sheets?

No doubt the best way to hide secrets.

I never gave her those letters but i had many. Whenever i saw her i couldn't shake the feeling, the need to write for her; as if to claim her mine before time.

She's just so beautiful, Eleanor. I used to call her Ellie and she would blush.

How do you resist to write when you have a splendid muse?

I remember how I'd look forward to the little exchange of words we had. She was always so shy, so sweet.

I had bad intentions, i wouldn't deny that; i couldn't help but wonder what she'd look like when she's tinted, completely possessed and desirable.

But i knew i couldn't do it, not when there were people around.

I remember waking up on a Tuesday, hearing clutters and i saw her, my El looking so pure in her white sundress and her hair held back in a braid as she set my breakfast on a table, tidying the room quickly.

So unaware that i had my eyes trained on her, i sat up slightly. Bare chested and cover slightly by my silk sheets; she turned around.

"G-good morning sir i uh came to give you your breakfast and i-" she stopped mid ramble when i smiled at her, she looked at me her eyes glistening with wonder and her cheeks the colour of fresh cherries "it's fine darling, where's the breakfast you speak of?"

She widened her eyes and i knew i had her, slightly of course but i knew she wouldn't be able resist it longer, but she was too pristine for that.

"Here uh I'll give it to y-you"  i smiled graciously as she made her way towards me holding  the tray in her hands, i was looking at her quite intensely I'd have to say and she was trying not to look into my eyes.

She set the tray on my lap, her hands trembling as a strand escaped her braid and fell out.

I debated on whether or not i should do something for it.

Temptation is impossible to resist.

I reached my hand and slowly tucked it behind her ear as she finally looked into my eyes and let out a shaky breath, then made an excuse about how it was Sunny's time to eat food and hurried off.

Now, i do understand the stupidity of my actions. I shouldn't have done that to an underage young girl, even if i was madly in love with her .

I have never been fair in my life. I don't claim to be pure, i never believed i was a good person; i have no beliefs holding me back, then why should i stop?

Why should i stop myself from falling desperately in love with a young girl who seemed a little too pristine?

But the real question is how do i stop it? She had me wrapped around her little finger the moment she entered my house that day with Alice.

The attraction doesn't seem to stop, it never does