𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐿𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 (on hold being rewritten)

13

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Dear, reader

I feel horrible. Riding with Charlie in the rain was a bad idea.

I'm just glad he isn't sick.

Francis has visited me quite a bit once he found out I was unwell.

I may love him.

I will never admit that aloud because I can't. I refuse to admit it to anyone, when I can barely admit it to myself.

He is to marry Mary soon.

Mary loves him. I love him. I have no idea who he loves.

-Ophelia

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Dear, faithful reader,

I don't feel any better. Although it's only been around an hour since I last wrote you a letter.

Mary was here with the other girls. They told me of Colin's death. I'm still not sure if I am supposed to feel bad for the boy.

Charlie is with me now. He is sleeping soundly. How do I tell him that mother wrote a letter and i'm too afraid to open it? He will call me a coward and he wouldn't be wrong.

I have told myself that I forgave her for her infidelities that led to my fathers death...but I don't think I really did. God I need to get out of my own head.

I don't know when I shall write my next letter. We just have to wait and see.

-Ophelia

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Authors Note

To my dear friend,
You never said how long the chapter needed to be ;)