Once again. Sorry I havn't written. I dont really have an excuse for it anymore except school work. It's awful. Enjoy. And thankyou everyone who has emailed me/messaged me about writing. I couldn't do it without you. It really drives me on to write more. I Amore te guys.
I urgently composed a new email, hoping that she hadn’t already dato up on me.
To: JasmineT@hotmail.com
From: Gracesugarplum@hotmail.com
Jazz,
Words can’t begin to describe how sorry I am. I’m sorry from the bottom of my heart, sorry from the deepest depths of our friendship, sorry from the farthest place possible. And believe me, it’s probably here.
I feel so far away from te it hurts. Every night I fell asleep, every giorno I woke up, I wished for te to be there. The amount of times I woke up expecting to see te at school are unbelievable. It awful to know what we could’ve done every Saturday, like we used to, and physically not being able to do it with you. te have no idea how much it pains me to know I caused this. te shouldn’t need to suffer this with me, but I understand that te Lost a friend as much as I Lost one too. I need nothing più than te here, successivo to me, ready to face a new world. It’s horrible.
I miss you, I Amore you, I ask for you, but nothing happens. I dream about coming back, seeing you, and te forgetting who I am. I know I don’t deserve any ounce of forgiveness for what I am putting te through, but please try and believe me when I say this. I will never forget you, Jasmine. te gave me the most potent of memories, and loosing those would be like losing half of my child-hood. Infact, te are my child-hood.
Just… Don’t give up on me. Please. Jasmine, you’re my only friend I’ll ever count as a friend. te understand me like no-one else. So please, try and understand me now.
Forever in my heart. Yours truly,
Grace.
Send. I watched the mail sign appear and prayed that words were enough, for now.
I hadn’t realised how tense I was until I attempted to sposta from the chair. It felt like I’d been sat in the same, awkward position for hours. Glancing at the clock, it’d only been twenty minutes. I logged out and walked towards the door of the café dazed, depressed and angry with myself for simply forgetting Jaz. I had the excuse of unpacking and moving away, but not even the best explanation can excuse te from forgetting your only true friend. I was the bad person. For once in my life, I couldn’t deny any other answer other than me. Reaching the door to the café, an immediate wave of nausea swept through my body. My whole frame shook and convulsed uncontrollably as it folded up against the strain. Leaning against the door frame, my hands tightened as the pain increased. It was as if my stomach had been sewed together and the same thread was slowly being tugged, each time tightening the organ as I twisted in pain. I was no longer in the café, but in a shadowed garden. The smell of coffee replaced da a damp, musty smell, and my tatty jeans replaced with a laced dress.
Even at midnight the woods were enchanted. I’ve always wondered about the secretive pixies and fae that inhabit the beaten trees. As a child I always remembered sitting for hours, waiting for their whispers, watching their lights the size of my little fingernail. Mother would scold me for mucking my petit-coats, but they were the least of my worries back then. As I look back now, I was a simply persistent child. Maybe that was why she left. Most little girls at that age had the manners to be seen and not heard, but Father had always encouraged me to speak my mind. At dinner, I must’ve talked an awful lot because, as I recall, my Cibo was certainly stone-cold when I began to eat.
Mother would not approve of me now. Infact, I’m almost certain she would’ve married me to a ‘charming man’ and sent me away long ago. But Father, being the softest most darling man alive, never agreed with what was ‘right’ o ‘wrong’.
Though now, it was as if I was a persistent little girl again, only this time, the most immature of all. My dress was thick with mud, regardless of how high I lifted it off the ground to run. My lantern could hardly be called a lantern, with the glass windows smashed and the candle burning through wax at an alarming rate, I would soon be engulfed da the darkness and the hounds will have a glorious feast before them. I walked aimlessly into the woods, hoping to find him. I’d left my pocket-watch at home in the mid-chaos of finding the vital things I needed. The excitement had subdued da now, and anxiety was beginning to set in. What if he didn’t turn up? His Father might’ve caught him red-handed, and it’ll be my fault. As the doubt rose in my naïve imagination, it became harder to remember why I agreed to run away with him, to make a whole new start with him. Daniel shouldn’t need to wait around for a girl who didn’t wear her stockings on the right leg, o who never wore her corset to the dances she attended. Daniel was a charmer. Not a ‘quick-fix’. He could have anyone he could possible wish for. Why me? Why should he wait around for someone who can’t decide which budino to have?
Because she’s the girl who caught my eye at the first dinner-dance. The girl who danced and spun across the floor with me. The girl who gave a man like me a chance, when she could’ve picked any gentleman from the room. The eyes were on you, m’lady, to pick a respectable man. And look who te chose? A middle-class man like me.
His voice, melting into me as if it was made to be there. So quiet no average lady would’ve dato a thought to it. Like a whisper right successivo to my ear, only I knew he was far from my ear.
Daniel. I thought you’d never come.
And leave a beautiful woman in a wood with no proper protection? How could I possibly class myself as a gentleman if I did such a heartless thing as that?
With the light only just coming into my view, I saw his eyes light up with the green intensity they almost always had. I’d fallen into them the moment his hands had came around my waist, the instant our hands met in mid-air.
Are te ready? His hand stretched out toward me, I simply needed to take hold of it and we’d never need to return to this town again. Our eternal Amore was bound tight enough; all we clung to now was the promised secret of immortality.
I urgently composed a new email, hoping that she hadn’t already dato up on me.
To: JasmineT@hotmail.com
From: Gracesugarplum@hotmail.com
Jazz,
Words can’t begin to describe how sorry I am. I’m sorry from the bottom of my heart, sorry from the deepest depths of our friendship, sorry from the farthest place possible. And believe me, it’s probably here.
I feel so far away from te it hurts. Every night I fell asleep, every giorno I woke up, I wished for te to be there. The amount of times I woke up expecting to see te at school are unbelievable. It awful to know what we could’ve done every Saturday, like we used to, and physically not being able to do it with you. te have no idea how much it pains me to know I caused this. te shouldn’t need to suffer this with me, but I understand that te Lost a friend as much as I Lost one too. I need nothing più than te here, successivo to me, ready to face a new world. It’s horrible.
I miss you, I Amore you, I ask for you, but nothing happens. I dream about coming back, seeing you, and te forgetting who I am. I know I don’t deserve any ounce of forgiveness for what I am putting te through, but please try and believe me when I say this. I will never forget you, Jasmine. te gave me the most potent of memories, and loosing those would be like losing half of my child-hood. Infact, te are my child-hood.
Just… Don’t give up on me. Please. Jasmine, you’re my only friend I’ll ever count as a friend. te understand me like no-one else. So please, try and understand me now.
Forever in my heart. Yours truly,
Grace.
Send. I watched the mail sign appear and prayed that words were enough, for now.
I hadn’t realised how tense I was until I attempted to sposta from the chair. It felt like I’d been sat in the same, awkward position for hours. Glancing at the clock, it’d only been twenty minutes. I logged out and walked towards the door of the café dazed, depressed and angry with myself for simply forgetting Jaz. I had the excuse of unpacking and moving away, but not even the best explanation can excuse te from forgetting your only true friend. I was the bad person. For once in my life, I couldn’t deny any other answer other than me. Reaching the door to the café, an immediate wave of nausea swept through my body. My whole frame shook and convulsed uncontrollably as it folded up against the strain. Leaning against the door frame, my hands tightened as the pain increased. It was as if my stomach had been sewed together and the same thread was slowly being tugged, each time tightening the organ as I twisted in pain. I was no longer in the café, but in a shadowed garden. The smell of coffee replaced da a damp, musty smell, and my tatty jeans replaced with a laced dress.
Even at midnight the woods were enchanted. I’ve always wondered about the secretive pixies and fae that inhabit the beaten trees. As a child I always remembered sitting for hours, waiting for their whispers, watching their lights the size of my little fingernail. Mother would scold me for mucking my petit-coats, but they were the least of my worries back then. As I look back now, I was a simply persistent child. Maybe that was why she left. Most little girls at that age had the manners to be seen and not heard, but Father had always encouraged me to speak my mind. At dinner, I must’ve talked an awful lot because, as I recall, my Cibo was certainly stone-cold when I began to eat.
Mother would not approve of me now. Infact, I’m almost certain she would’ve married me to a ‘charming man’ and sent me away long ago. But Father, being the softest most darling man alive, never agreed with what was ‘right’ o ‘wrong’.
Though now, it was as if I was a persistent little girl again, only this time, the most immature of all. My dress was thick with mud, regardless of how high I lifted it off the ground to run. My lantern could hardly be called a lantern, with the glass windows smashed and the candle burning through wax at an alarming rate, I would soon be engulfed da the darkness and the hounds will have a glorious feast before them. I walked aimlessly into the woods, hoping to find him. I’d left my pocket-watch at home in the mid-chaos of finding the vital things I needed. The excitement had subdued da now, and anxiety was beginning to set in. What if he didn’t turn up? His Father might’ve caught him red-handed, and it’ll be my fault. As the doubt rose in my naïve imagination, it became harder to remember why I agreed to run away with him, to make a whole new start with him. Daniel shouldn’t need to wait around for a girl who didn’t wear her stockings on the right leg, o who never wore her corset to the dances she attended. Daniel was a charmer. Not a ‘quick-fix’. He could have anyone he could possible wish for. Why me? Why should he wait around for someone who can’t decide which budino to have?
Because she’s the girl who caught my eye at the first dinner-dance. The girl who danced and spun across the floor with me. The girl who gave a man like me a chance, when she could’ve picked any gentleman from the room. The eyes were on you, m’lady, to pick a respectable man. And look who te chose? A middle-class man like me.
His voice, melting into me as if it was made to be there. So quiet no average lady would’ve dato a thought to it. Like a whisper right successivo to my ear, only I knew he was far from my ear.
Daniel. I thought you’d never come.
And leave a beautiful woman in a wood with no proper protection? How could I possibly class myself as a gentleman if I did such a heartless thing as that?
With the light only just coming into my view, I saw his eyes light up with the green intensity they almost always had. I’d fallen into them the moment his hands had came around my waist, the instant our hands met in mid-air.
Are te ready? His hand stretched out toward me, I simply needed to take hold of it and we’d never need to return to this town again. Our eternal Amore was bound tight enough; all we clung to now was the promised secret of immortality.