I strolled back into the bedroom. It was the same as it was centuries ago when Scarlet furnished it. The same portrait of Scarlet and I was in its same spot, on the wall above the king-size bed. When we got it painted, it marked forever for us. Every day it was a reminder of what we were and where we would be. Now it was just another bad decision I had made years ago.
A glint coming from the french windows caught my eyes. I sauntered over to the window seat. Between the two pink pillows was a stock of letters. Prickled with curiosity, I went to investigate. Immediately wishing I hadn't once the first one was open. They were a collection of love letters from me from centuries ago.
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