Pertemis A Moon's Tale

Chapter XIII: Tale in The Notebook

I stormed through the doors, tripping over the chair that someone carelessly placed on my way. It fell on the carpet with a loud thud, but I did not bother to pick it up. I rushed to the bed, my eyes darted to the clock that hung on the left wall.

I had fifty-five seconds.

I flung the blanket across the bed; and stared in horror as the mattress below was flat and empty.

Where is it?

Last night, I remembered hugging it to sleep. It wasn't that much of a good night sleep anyway. I have become accustomed to have him next to me, got used to the squeeze and squirm on that bed for space, despite the fact it was a king-sized bed. Yet, Perseus always made thing difficult for me by laying as close as possible to me. At the beginning, I was a dying fish and yearned for his warmth, the touch of his hand. So, I could tolerate it and even happily embraced it. That was the night when Perseus got poisoned, when I gave no damn about my body, of flesh nor skin as I tried to save him. But overtime, night after night he treated me as his personal pillow. Not that I hated it, but he just kept picking on little things I do when I sleep the next day. It's not that I asked for it.

My hands swirled to grab on to anything on the bed, flipping them over to see what underneath. Nothing, just the blank mattress staring back at me. How could I lose just an important thing!?  I glanced at the clock, it was already past our promised time. That guy would start picking on me about pressuring him to message on time and then I turn up late. He would certainly start calling me a hypocrite once he returns. Thinking about it forced my adrenaline to start searching for the bloody notebook. If it wasn't on the bed, then I must have brought it outside. But clearly it was not in my hand for the entire day.

Suddenly, a warm feeling wrapped around my chest, as it travelled throughout my body; and as I pulled down the zipper of my jacket, certainly enough, I was carrying the book on my body the whole time. I didn't have time to slap my forehead because the book was glowing in a hue of soft golden light. I didn't know which page the message supposed to appear. The cover felt warm on my palm as I turned the cover over to the first page'

A twirling of starlight swept across the page, accompanied by a sentence that faded into the old paper.

Been missing me the entire day, goddess?

A nice, and neat handwriting, which I never expected. I had never seen Perseus writing anything before, even from back then when we first met. But I expected it to be as perfect as this, given that he had lived with Leto for thousand of years and she took the education of her kids very seriously. It was somewhat a blessing that I didn't live with her regularly, otherwise my hand would break from holding the pencil for so long.

I summoned a black pen and wrote the first sentence underneath his.

Don't be so corky. If I missed you that much, my reply wouldn't be this late.

Gosh, Moon Goddess! What grade are you in? Kindergarten? Your handwriting is so bad.

Yup, the first moment we met after the entire day and he already poked me. So much of a caring gentleman. If he was here, I would have thrown a cup at his face. I poured my anger onto the page, as I pressed the tip on the pen down and wrote with so much force that the pen ripped a whole on the paper.

It's readable, that's what matter!

I can't believe someone that has lived for three thousand years and can't manage to improve their handwriting =]]

That insolent bastard! Smoke was curling up my head as I replied.

Are we going to talk about your day, or we are going to make fun of my handwriting for the entirety of the night?