A Page Of The Idealist

[Draeris 3124]

The Idealist sat lonely in his small rented room, tapping with his boot on the oaken wood as dusk turned into night. He stopped writing since he left from the flames.. the pain.. But his mind survived on writing, his thoughts were as heavy as the mask he always had to wear. In what else could he find peace through, but through his quill? As he lit the candle nearby, he placed his mask aside, coughing as the corrupted cold air filled his lungs. He tried to catch his breath again, rubbing his throat as he looked on the dark streets of Abresi. He grabbed his quill with his nimble fingers, and dipped it into ink as he started writing.

“Dear I have found you, abandoned and alone. Surrounded by leather I carry with me day by day. How could I have forgotten you? My last refuge, my sanctuary of peace.  I miss you honey, it is cold without your hands touching mine. I still think of what you have told me, that we are destined to be together. Are we? I remember us sitting in the rose fields outside the silver city, thinking of what it must be like to be allowed inside. I remember you carving our names in the wall, telling tales on how I would look back at it in thousands of years. That I would hold your hand and kiss , whilst embracing you to give you eternal safety. How have I wondered on such a dark path, how can I ever forgive myself what I have done to you.

 

No woman but you has satisfied me, and honey I swear I tried. I don’t know what happened, I really do not. Heaven was a place on earth with you, it certainly was build for two. But I never had time to express my love, what happened to us? You have become so distant and silent lately, I become speechless when I look at you. Honey don’t you remember us, our child? Being with you was better than I would ever have wished for, can we please have those time back my dear? Everything I do, is all for you. I just miss you so much, I can’t even concept a moment without your presence. I have given up my doctorship and career as ambassador, just to be with you. You must be so proud at me. Is the reason you don’t talk to me because I killed her, did I dissapoint you honey? It was nothing more but a dance I swear, I didn’t mean to kill her I just.. I just didn’t know what overcame me darling but I miss you so much! Why can’t you just be here for me again, why did you stop replying to my letters? I thought you promised to be with me until death does us apart? But you betrayed me Valeria, you betrayed the sacred rules of our marriage. But I forgive you, even though you do me so much pain. You are the one making me kill these people, freezing my tongue. Its your fault I am like this, not mine. But my tears run out for you, as I can no longer remain in vain of your betrayal.

 

In my darkest times you whispered in my ear ‘ It’ll all be fine honey, strife for your ideal world and you will accomplish it!’  And I listened to it darling, I finally did… If I would have listened to you more, you may have been at my side. You would have placed your hand in my hair and stroked it as we cuddled for the rest of the night. But no, you like it different. I know you enjoy watching my dagger do harm to the upper echelon that did you harm in the past. Did you like my dance with the lady of the Abresi bank? I followed your advice for that dance!

But please.. I feel so lonely and sad. I can’t follow our ideal if I am! Just for this time, send me a letter back. Or do I need to make other lessers depart from the world, our world?

- Your proud idealist

 

As he ended the letter, the Idealist placed his writing equipment to the sides of the table. He placed the mask back on, and screwed the goggles back in. He took several deep breaths as the he walked out to his small private garden, up on the hill. The garden she loved so much.. There a stone rested in the ground, under it she slept peacefully. As he placed the letter on the stone he cried, moving his fingers through the solid dirt as he mumbles “ When will you wake up honey.. When will you reply to my letter..” He stared to her, digging slowly in the dirt like it was productive.  He sat on the bench nearby, breathing heavily through the mask as he stared to the ground even more.  He grabbed his letter again, opening  the oaken  , small chest next to the stone. There, a stack of papers layed, lonely in the chest, waiting to be read by his sleeping love. He placed his letter on top of it, and closed the chest...

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.