| Subject: CHapter 305 - Part 2 (end of chapter 305) |
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Date Posted: Monday, October 15, 07:01:24am
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KatherineG.
's message, "Dreams in the Dark - continues with chapter 289 >" on Monday, June 18, 06:55:17am
Lord. He set the letter down, folding it to put quickly away, even as they announced lights out. Still, even after he had hidden it away in his trunk, it remained in his thoughts. And all he could do was wish to God that he was there to comfort his wife's every need and fear.
This wasn't a possibility now, of course, might not be for sometime--which only made the pain of his distance from her that much worse; his eyes were open, staring unseeingly at the darkened ceiling. The fact that she was feeling every bit as lost and uncertain as he was, was finding it difficult to focus on anything else, only made the lingering sorrow grow. Still, he focused mostly on surviving. He had to. That was the only way he could make it home to hold her in his arms again.
This was the whole of his intention, the only real thing he felt--besides her. Even if she had apologized for the contents of the letter, he saw nothing there for which to feel shame. Yes, he mourned her depressed state, wished that he could be there to cheer and comfort her, but he was also, somehow, immensely relieved--thankful that she hadn't carried out her unknowing threat. A letter from his wife which only painted a rosy, smiling picture of life, which told him nothing of her true doubts or fears, would be an arrow to his heart--would mean that she didn't trust or love him. When he had fallen for her, he had vowed to be the one man, the one person, she told *everything* to. As she had said, no matter how beautiful or how trivial, he too absolutely *needed* to know it all.
This greed to understand her every emotion showed no signs of diminishing with all their time apart. Yes, he would have been happy to have had a truthfully joyous letter from her--telling him that she was doing wonderfully well--but that wasn't likely to be the case. As it was, knowing that she was marginally isolated was a relief. It meant that Madeline's clammy hand was far less likely to reach into her soul.
He let out a sigh, trying to calm his emotions and his mind, knowing that he needed to sleep; still, his thoughts churned. He was even grateful for the mention of Jones's latest attempts to sway her. After all, if the man were writing her letters, he was less likely to be making other plans. Especially with Enquist lost to him--if that were true, although it was certainly likely, if Adrian were the source--he would be a less powerful opponent. Besides, he had made a bargain to wait until Michael's return. Anything which came after that was something he and his beloved could face together.
He closed his eyes finally, trying to calm himself--settling all the facts within him. For now, at least, his beloved one was safe; that would have to be enough. As the days passed, he would do his job, and, more importantly, he would survive. Then, when God permitted it, he would return to her. And then no one--not even an underworld figure like Jones--would ever be allowed to separate them again.
[End of Part 305]
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