Learning to Love | ✓

Chapter 18

[ZEUS]

I've been floating on cloud nine ever since last weekend, it's Friday now and I wanted to see Julian even if it was for a brief few minutes. I'm so happy.

Because of Julian. I thought, nodding to myself as I hummed to Animals by Maroon Five. Now that's a band. It's quite funny how people call a group of people that sing together a band, that's a singing group. A band has instrumentalists and a lead singer.

"Mr. Darcanius." I heard Amanda's voice say as she walked into my office

"What?" I yawned, pulling out my earpiece as she walked towards my desk, a small box balancing in her hands. I raised a brow at it. I had received Julian's CV on Tuesday and I'm sure as hell that I'm not meant to receive anything important.

"You have a package sir," Amanda said, lifting the box a little higher for me to take a better look.

"From who?" I asked, stretching my hands out for the package. Amanda gave it to me, a clipboard balanced on top for me to sign.

"The package from Atlanta sir," Amanda said and I stiffened. Atlanta?

"No, no, no. I'm sure I terminated that delivery," I said, dropping the box before pushing it away from me.

"It was sent even before you asked for it to be canceled," Amanda said, pushing it back to me. I sighed.

"I don't want it," I said, pushing it back towards her.

"Well, neither does the delivery man," Amanda countered, pushing the box back to me.

"Fine," I sighed, giving up before signing the clipboard. I handed the clipboard back to her and watched her leave the office. When the door finally closed behind her I dared to look down at the box.

The letters. The damn letters.

Inside the box are all the letters and postcards I ever received from Augustus. I had a thing about getting them sent from my home in Atlanta right before the end of January and I read them till February the fourteenth. But after Julian... I had the mail terminated. But I guess it failed since they're right in front of me.

I frowned down at the brown cardboard box in front of me. What I'm I supposed to do with these, read them? I thought, taking the heavy box in my hands.

I finally settled my mind on opening it. As I opened the ancient smell of old paper hit me as expected. The letters were neatly stacked in descending order; from the oldest to the newest.

I fished around a bit looking for one of my favorite letters. Retrieving the letter from the complicated stack, I undid the yellow envelope to retrieve the letter. Looking at the letter my mind bubbled with mixed feelings.

I was starring at Augustus' perfect cursive writing with perfect spacing. That was what and possibly what Augustus was, 'perfection'. I must have been a fool to think I could have him, have perfection to myself.

My eyes scanned the letter briefly before I decided to read it from the beginning.

Dear Zeus,

I have nothing to do nothing to think about. How do you survive all alone in that house, only to be remembered when they dim you useful?

I miss you, I really do. There's no one to cuddle up with when the nights get cold. No one to share casual kisses with. No one in my school can be compared to you; your level of beauty acceding them all. They're all too proud and too ugly for themselves to notice. Their personalities lack substance and they talk like brainwashed puppets with strings controlled by their parents.