The edge of the paper was already slightly yellow with age and it made her begin to think for how long the paper had been there.
Dearest Anastasia,
Was it a crave for affection? Was it longing? Or was it my old heart begging to beat again? I do not seem to recollect what has brought you to me. But maybe it is fate. All I know is that I wake up one day with your name on my lips and the cheerful sound of your voice ringing in my head. It almost drove me to insanity. For I was curious of who you were. Coming to realise that you do not exist has been hard. But I am grateful and will forever be that you have chosen to come to me. Maybe the loss of her has sent your gentle waves to me in this forever quiet palace.
In the dead of this night, I look out from my study window at the few stars in the sky, and the thought of you fills my mind. Everyone is probably asleep except for the guards and I who is imagining your presence. Although it is quiet, eerily quiet. So quiet, it makes me melancholic, I can still hear it. The sounds of people wailing.
Have I not failed them now Anastasia? Will you not be disappointed in me, if we were to ever meet my dearest? I think a lot. About everything. About my choices. Have I made wrong choices? I would never know. I hope you visit my dreams again. Soothe my mind and calm my soul. Tell me sweet words and save me from insanity. Please.
Yours,
Dmitri.
Honestly, Ana had expected this letter to be more intense than the first. She had expected him to describe in full details what she looked like and how she invades his dreams. How it started and romantic words that would pull her cold heart. But what she had just read is simply the silent cries of a man who is holding up for eveyone yet breaking down in quiet places himself. She felt this tug at the bottom of her heart that made her whole nerves weak. Thinking about it, the first letter was romantic yet he had cried his heart out to it as well. Which was what prompted her to give him a response.
"Oh...Dmitri, what could you have been going through back then?"
Who were the people he referred to?
And who is 'her'? From this letter, she knew he was definitely from a wealthy home. His words , his handwriting and the little descriptions he gave.
She rose form her bed and sat at the table, picking her pen and paper. This man sure knows how to move hearts. Again, here she is trying to write to him. She adjusts the paper and prepares to write but didnt even know where to start from. She just felt sad for no reason. After sitting at her desk for some minutes, she decided to write from her heart.
Dmitri,
I have to say your letter has touched me again. That is the only explanation I have for writing to someone who I dont even know. But I guess we are birds of the sam feathers. I am more curious about you than ever. I admit, I only read the letters for the fun of it. My life has been too boring ad it seemed like the perfect escape. But, I feel for you. I feel your sadness. Even the ones you havent written. I can feel that you are writing form the depth of your heart. And so am I.
Like I previously said, may the walls of wherever you are not close in on you. I will continue to keep you sane and visit you. I hope one day I will get to see you even if it isnt physically. I dont know who she is that you refer to in your letter, but I guess she meant a lot to you. I am slightly jealous, but not unreasonable. I hope she finds her way back to you. You sound like a good man.
As for the people whose voices you hear, the cries that disturb you and prevent you from sleeping in the middle of the night, I dare say it is your imagination. Your guiity conscience maybe. But I hope it is not. I am curious what choice you have made that caused you so much pain. I would love to know. If you can tell me, from an unbiased view, I will let you know if you have done well or not.
Tomorrow, I will not read your letters. I will wait two more days before picking it to read. Take care and have sweet dreams. About me of course. ^.^
Yours lovely,
Anastasia.
She wraps the paper and places her sticker on it. Tomorrow morning, she will post the letter and hold herself from reading another tomorrow night. Placing the letter on her table, she takes her cloth off and heads to the bathroom. She couldn't freely move around in her small bathroom and take a bath. Settling in bed, she picks her phone to play with. Oh-app then notifies her that her contact, Boss, is listening to a particular song.
Curious about his music taste, she decided to message him.
'Boss, are you feeling better now? Haha.. funny how night falls so quickly.'she places her hands to her chest and begins to scroll through other apps too.
Ethan looks outside and notice that night had already fallen. He picks his phone and stares at the message she had sent. Moving his head slowly to the music, he begins to type.
'I am much better, thank you. Indeed.'
'Good. Good. Boss which music are you listening to through Oh-Music?'
Ethan smiles and pauses the music, he then re-plays it and settles in his chair, the side of his lips pulled up in a devilish smirk as he stares at the document in front of him.
'Begging by Maneskin.'