It has been a year since the First French Empire was established. A major change was made compared to the other governments, shocking the people everywhere in the country. Althought the country was getting bigger, the Third Estate was getting poorer. They could barely buy their food, and they were now supposed to share with others ? Did people actually think they would do this without complaining ?
Some marchants made a system that gave them more money. But it was illegal. So of course, they needed to be careful. They had code names, and their travaller was 'Hermes', from the greek mythology. Nobody knew his real identity, it was the forbiden.
Today was an important day: Hermes would go to a small town to give apples in exchange for bread. Everyone was waiting for him at the river, near the town. It was the event of the week. They were all waiting, even a young woman, with a black dress and braids on her head. She was also waiting, but not for the apples. He seemed to be late and that was stressing her. What if there was an issue and he didn't come ? That was the only thought in her head. But suddenly, they heard a horse coming. They recognised it immediately and started running where he stopped. Hermes was here.
She waited for everyone to do what they needed, before walking towards the masked man. He was about to leave, but a woman voice stopped him:
"Sir?"
He turned around, and opened his eyes wide. He contained himself and answered:
"Yes, miss ?
-I heard that you were going to Limoux ?
-Yes. Why ?
-Could you give a message to someone? He is someone very important for me...
-Who is it."
Just after saying it, he sighed. It was way too harsh for someone who wasn't suppose to know her. She was surprised but replied:
"Just someone I cherish. Please ? His name will be on the message...
-Give it to me."
She gave it to him, and thanked him before leaving, happy. He would finally read her feelings...
As soon as he didn't see her anymore, he left the river. But a few minutes later, he stopped. He needed to read it. Who was this important person ? He knew it was wrong, but he wanted to know. Did she find someone better ? He grabbed the paper, and opened it. Soon, a tear left his eye.
"Dear Na Jaemin,
I still use your full name, even when you said that I shouldn't. But since we aren't this close anymore, I guessed I should do this. I know that you left, dating you didn't want to see me anymore, but I needed to tell you this: I still love you. I know you don't, or you wouldn't have left. But it isn't important. I think you wanted to do something, and I couldn't stop you. After all, I was only a passage of your life. I needed to tell you that you are the only I loved, and will love. And I promise that I won't go search for you. I know your city, but I won't come. I made a pact with my parents. They will not tell where you are to the others of the town, but I need to marry a young man. He is nice, but I don't love him. But, I need to respect my part so they will not betray you.
Finishing with a lighter note: I hope you are happy. Did you find love ? I Wish you all the best.
Yours forever, Y/N."
More tears left his eyes, will he muttered:
"I love you too..."
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