Living Happily After

8: The letter

It was early in the morning, and like the last few days, Violet had a rough time sleeping. Now that she had grown to know the purpose of life, she had grown to dread bloodshed as well.

Violet didn't tell anyone but, she had nightmares about the mistakes that she made, it may not seem that bad when you hear about it but, to a person who lived in those four years, it will kick you in your gut to stay awake and spend the days, the lives you took, couldn't.

Sometimes when she wakes up after every nightmare, she vomits because of the images that went through her.

She may have not let this affect her then, but now that her life showed more meaning than before, she couldn't just let this pass.

Violet stood up from her bed and went in the bathroom, she washed her face and looked at herself in the mirror. She looked pale, like a sick person. She went downstairs and drank a glass of water before heading back to their room, but there was a knock on the door.

Violet went back down and opened the door and greeted with a tone you would hear a tired veteran would say.

"It's quite early, sorry to be rude but please be quick about whatever you are here for."  Violet said, looking who it was.

It was a mailman, "Sorry Miss, but I have a letter for Mrs. Bougainvillea."

Violet smiled slightly at the sound of her new title. One of the many titles that is given to her, but this one, she was proud to declare.

"Yes, I am her." Violet replied.

The mailman smiled a little and bowed, "Yes. Please sign here." He said, showing his clipboard.

Violet signed the paper.

"Thank you and here you go." He said, giving the letter. "Have a nice day." Then he left.

Violet took the letter then closed the door. While examining the letter, she walked back to their room. She sat down at the desk and calmly opened the letter.

It read, "Dear Mrs. Bougainvillea,
    I hope this letter reaches you in good health. I have heard that you have wed recently, congratulations. I apologize for the large trouble I may or may not given you, even if you are not harmed, I give you my deepest apologies.

I, Conrad Fernandez, have made a mistake on my part. Please give me a chance to elaborate. A week ago, a man came up to me and persuaded me to give information about you. I didn't know how he persuaded me, but he did. I told him all that I knew about you. That man, do not trust him. He has an extremely comfortable aura, making him easy to talk to but, terrifying. He makes my skin crawl and his eyes dug my soul as if he knew all my secrets.

I know it might feel as if though I am making excuses to have mercy on myself but that is exactly what I'm doing. All I am saying is, please have mercy on what I have done and please let me know if you are doing alright.

                                                   Sincerely,
                                              Conrad Fernandez"

Violet understood Conrad, many can do things they shouldn't have but still have done it. This doesn't make a person bad, this makes them think.

Violet closed the letter and went back to bed. 'Poor, poor man.'

She layed sideways, looking at Gilbert's face. She brought her hand up and carefully traced his face.

'Oh, Gilbert.' She thought. 'Why can't we have a peaceful life. Then again we didn't have a choice, we didn't choose to live our pasts, we didn't choose to fight the war either. But maybe, we can choose what we do with our presents.' She cupped his face with her hand. 'The both of us.'

Gilbert quietly groaned, waking up. He saw Violet felt her hand on his face, he held her hand.

"Hey." Gilbert's voice was rough. "Good Morning." He smiled.

Violet smiled back, "Good Morning."

Gilbert leaned forward and kissed Violet's lips softly, then released.

"What are doing so early?" Gilbert asked, whispering.

He didn't expect to be hugged.

Violet replied, "Listening to a person cry." She whispered in his chest.

Gilbert hugged back, confused, but still held Violet in his arms.