Friday, 12 August 2011

Elias; That trip down to the lake didn't quite go as planned, did it, Princess? I was hoping you wouldn't go into the water. I also hoped that you didn't get upset and start to cry. Of course, I am so mean, and nowadays I can't see you without making you shed  tears, isn't that right? It pains me to see you upset. I'm really sorry, but I still fail to see the reason that makes you say you hate me. You said it was because I was too strict. I worry about you too much, that's all. I fear for your safety. I refuse to let anything happen to someone else that means the world to me. If it wasn't for you, I would have left London a long time ago. I have a job to do that requires me to keep moving. Staying here with you though doesn't sound too bad. I guess I'll just have to hope for the best. 


'I am no model figure.'


There were a few things that happened yesterday that surprised me. First off, I didn't expect to throw my camera in the lake  just to show you that I care about your happiness rather than luxury items that can be easily replaced. You can't be replaced. I'd rather keep you. The second thing that surprised me was when you kissed me. I didn't kiss back, but I also didn't push you away and the reason for that was because it made me very happy. I didn't return the kiss because I thought you'd tell me off for it. You're married now, I'm not allowed to kiss you. I accept it, it's not so much of a problem, but it does make me feel very guilty when you do things like that. Poor Nameless. He's such a sweet boy. I don't want to play a part in the heartbreak of someone else's relationship. The last thing was when you said you loved me. Again, I felt that pang of guilt, but I couldn't help but ask if I were allowed to say it back to you. You told me I could, so I did. I love you, Princess. I always will, even if you never leave Nameless. I'm not going to ask you to do that. Your happiness is far more important to me than my own.


'I come on shameless, but I am ashamed.'

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