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Post by Christophe Legard nó Shahrizai on Apr 16, 2007 14:36:35 GMT -5
It had been too exhausting, the emotional states I had been through in that past day. I had gone back to my room after speaking with Trinette, and I was asleep before my head hit the pillow.
I woke the next morning, still feeling exhausted but suddenly unable to sleep anymore. There was something I had to do.
I headed for the market as soon as I was clean enough to be around civilized company again, headed for a florist I hadn’t used for years. She was surprised to see me, her normal sales routine swept aside by my haunted eyes. Thankfully, she still carried what I was looking for.
The walk seemed to take forever, precious pot held carefully. I left it on Malabelle’s stoop, rang the bell, and walked away. I left behind a symbol of love even after reflection. An orchid.
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Malabelle Shahrizai
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Post by Malabelle Shahrizai on May 12, 2007 21:37:28 GMT -5
When I returned home, I was distracted from my contemplation of the empty feeling my house now possessed, by the news that there had been a delivery for me.
There, on a table in the sitting room, a single perfect orchid. I did not need to ask or look for a note to know it was from Christophe. Carefully gathering the bloom I went upstairs.
I kept the flower with me as I stripped and took a hot bath, the visible orchid at odds with the scent of lilies filling my bathing room.
Finally, wrapped in a red silk robe, I went to my writing desk and wrote Christophe a letter. After it was completed, I sealed the letter and arranged for it to be delivered to him.
I laid the orchid on my bedside table then slid under the covers and was almost immediately asleep.
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