That afternoon, after returning from school, William slept for a while since it was mandatory according to the doctor that he sleeps often and never stress himself. He was still recovering from that dreaded fever which ate away his flesh.
His nap didn't take long as usual. More like he closed his eyes while his head ran circles trying to figure out some things. He was particularly restless today since he had received a letter from Elina and he couldn't wait to read it.
In as much as she couldn't wait to read it he also didn't want to read it at that moment hence the procrastination. He felt that the letter was precious and if he just read it like that then he'd have nothing to read again.
He had to admit that his way of thinking was very odd but he treated it like eating your cake and having it back. He wanted to delay eating this particular cake so that the effects would be greater.
