Post by Aito Satoshi on Feb 5, 2013 15:18:24 GMT -5
In the garden of Thresh Manor, there is found a box full of letters. Letters from the heir to the Thresh fortune and written to no one in particular. Musings from a sleep deprived mind, longings from a lonely heart, all of which beg the simple plea, "Be my smile." This is an account of these letters as he writes the currently.
You know, I never had the opportunity to really enjoy my schooling at Hogwarts. Every time something started going well, it all went to hell as promptly as it began. You've read of all of those, so I won't bore you with reliving them again. This is my sixth year, and I am ready to get out of school and live life.
I want to get away from the memories that those grounds hold.
The pressure is on from my parents to marry one of father's business partners' daughters, and they've tried shoving us in a room together to see if we don't click. We don't. She is loud, over confident, clingy...not a mixture I find attractive in either gender. It makes me so tired to even be next to that girl. She really is something...for someone else.
For example, our parents made me take her to a Christmas festival over Christmas break and she made a point to dress as revealing as possible, and despite the fact that every man there as coming on to her, she kept trying to lure me somewhere private to "help me sleep". Ugh. If I have to smell that plum perfume, hold her too-thin hands, look at those stone cold grey eyes one more time, or hear the way she butcher my name in that nasal tone, I may shoot myself and save my parents the trouble of marrying me off.
I told my parents that I wasn't ready for this, and my mother understands, but my father believes that expanding his business relationships can help secure my future family's inheritance.
I really would like to marry for love, but that's not something that I forsee happening. I look for kindness, joy, intelligence, a nurturing quality, protectiveness...and I do not care about gender, race, class, or blood status. I just know that if I love someone, I'd do anything for them.
Much like I do you. I don't know your name, or who you are. But, I find these letters opened each night and re read. You read what I have to say, and at times I see tear drops in the ink so I know you love me too. My joys are met with an eagerly gripped parchment, and my sorrows bring you tears.
I don't want you to cry.
I just want you to be my smile.
I love you, whoever you are.
Aito
You know, I never had the opportunity to really enjoy my schooling at Hogwarts. Every time something started going well, it all went to hell as promptly as it began. You've read of all of those, so I won't bore you with reliving them again. This is my sixth year, and I am ready to get out of school and live life.
I want to get away from the memories that those grounds hold.
The pressure is on from my parents to marry one of father's business partners' daughters, and they've tried shoving us in a room together to see if we don't click. We don't. She is loud, over confident, clingy...not a mixture I find attractive in either gender. It makes me so tired to even be next to that girl. She really is something...for someone else.
For example, our parents made me take her to a Christmas festival over Christmas break and she made a point to dress as revealing as possible, and despite the fact that every man there as coming on to her, she kept trying to lure me somewhere private to "help me sleep". Ugh. If I have to smell that plum perfume, hold her too-thin hands, look at those stone cold grey eyes one more time, or hear the way she butcher my name in that nasal tone, I may shoot myself and save my parents the trouble of marrying me off.
I told my parents that I wasn't ready for this, and my mother understands, but my father believes that expanding his business relationships can help secure my future family's inheritance.
I really would like to marry for love, but that's not something that I forsee happening. I look for kindness, joy, intelligence, a nurturing quality, protectiveness...and I do not care about gender, race, class, or blood status. I just know that if I love someone, I'd do anything for them.
Much like I do you. I don't know your name, or who you are. But, I find these letters opened each night and re read. You read what I have to say, and at times I see tear drops in the ink so I know you love me too. My joys are met with an eagerly gripped parchment, and my sorrows bring you tears.
I don't want you to cry.
I just want you to be my smile.
I love you, whoever you are.
Aito