Marlon – A Letter
My dearest Pepe,
My heart has won. I shall go to the islas with you and wherever else your path may lead. The mortal dangers you foresaw—let me face them with you, my love. Forgive me my hesitation during our last conversation; if only an ocean of tears can absolve the pain my indecision may have caused you I shall weep and drown the world. I do not care for this world anymore, Pepe: only that you are in it do I still remain its captive. But tonight, I am casting it all away—family, position, God. Let my father’s royal wrath set forth against his disgraceful daughter; your love is the only grace left in this world for me. Let my soul be damned for loving an heretic, an enemy of the Holy Church; I cannot love otherwise.
So I shall see you in our usual table at La Cruzada. Do not be disconcerted if you find me there disguised. My father has eyes everywhere. I cannot afford to be stopped at harbor.
Yours forever,
Beatriz
Jose folded the note back with trembling fingers and slid it into his breast pocket over his heavy heart. He looked up and saw the first shafts of the sun. Across the sea, the light reached him and pierced him. He walked off the empty deck, knees a little unsteady, and climbed down the stairs and into his cabin. He shut the door and did not make a sound, save that of his pen weeping over paper. The porthole was open and he could smell only the sea.
“I do not care for this world anymore, Pepe: only that you are in it do I still remained its captive.” can i just say, I ENVY THIS LINE. Gripping and tragic. Its refreshing to see the natural poet in you Alistair.
Is that your polite way of pointing out a grammatical slip, Artanis?
haha
A lover of tragic endings, we have here.
I like how you come up with sentences that starts with simple gestures and ends with a vivid feeling. ” Jose folded the note back with trembling fingers and slid it into his breast pocket over his heavy heart.”