Chapter eleven
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I open up my eyes. I feel tired and week. I look around, I'm in the hallway near the stairs with the box Abel told me to bring collapsed beside me but I'm standing. I didn't move an inch, only the box was on the floor. I bent down and grabbed it, I notice that I have a cut in my left arm, why would I have that cut? I didn't move and there is nothing in the room that could cut me this bad. I decided to head where Abel was and get done with this mystery already, I didn't like the feeling that the glitches would come back. I came back and Abel was sitting in the floor with the letters scattered, he looked confused. When he noticed me I sat beside him and handed him the letters, he organized them in order and we started reading:
Abel Dawson,
Good evening, my name is Julien as you know since we have already been introduced. I must say Dawson manor is very beautiful. I've tried to talk to your brother and sister but they seem not to like my company. The reason I'm addressing you with this letter is to see if you could recommend me book to read since I don't think I'll do anything else, hope you accept my request.
Julien Hughes
September 30, 1821
There was nothing wrong with this letter, Julien was alone and wanted to see if Abel could recommend books. We read Abel's reply:
Julien Hughes,
Good evening, I see that you have been struggling with socializing with my family but then again, they are quite hard to understand. It would be a pleasure to give you book recommendations and maybe if it is fine with you, we could also discuss them. Its been a while since I had someone to discuss books. Meet me at the library tomorrow at five.
Abel Dawson
October 1, 1821
Able had a little smile on his face when we had finished reading the letter, he told me that he did enjoy discussing books, especially if he liked them. So Abel and Julien discovered that they both enjoy reading books, nothing bad.
Abel,
I cant tell you how relived I am that I'm friends with you. Your family except your father don't really like me but you surprisingly do. I've never enjoyed myself as much as I do when I'm with you. I admire the way you talk about books and mostly the ones that you call your favorite. I assure you that my bookshelf when I arrive home will be full when I get all those marvelous books you've shown me, but then again I don't want to leave this place. I wish that I could stay here forever with you.
Yours,
Julien
October 5, 1821
I didn't need to face Abel to know that he was blushing, but I felt bad for him. If what I had thought about Julien was true, Abel would be pretty devastated.
Julien,
I also feel pretty relieved that we met. It has been very entertaining and fun, much more than I'm used to. No one has ever paid me such attention when I talk about books like you do. I hope you forgive the behavior of my brother and sister mostly, they can become very protective. I have a proposition for you, meet me at 6:00 P.M today, I want to show you something.
Yours,
Abel
October 6, 1821
I faced Abel with a teasing smile and looked as he widely smiled, he should smile more like that. The last two letters where short but they were enough:
Abel,
I don't know how to say this. I don't know if I should, but I will. I rather take the risk than stay quiet forever. I'm in love with you, yes, just how you read it. I tried to contain myself, I truly did, but every little thing you did amazed me in every way. And when you took me that night through the gardens I just couldn't help holding your hand. If you don't feel the same way I understand, this might as well be the last card I write to you.
Love,
Julien
October 8, 1821
This time Abel looked as happy as he could ever be, he truly loved him too. I couldn't help asking what had happened that night:
"Well, I wanted to show him the gardens. I had noticed that he didn't go out much since he had no one to go with him, I thought it would be nice. Even though the cold weather was starting to arrive I still showed him all of my favorite places, he looked like he was enjoying it as much as I was. Then he grabbed my hand, at first he looked nervous fearing that I wouldn't like it but I did. We spent the entire night like that, it was great." he said looking at nowhere in particular with a face full of nostalgia, I bet he misses those moments a lot. We finally got to the last letter but we already knew what it would say.
Julien,
If I'm honest, I'm truly glad you confessed it first. I don't consider myself as a person with enough bravery to do what you did. I know you must be very nervous reading this, I can assure you that I only write to you o confess my feelings also. I'm also in love with you Julien, just the way the you look at me makes me feel happy. I just wish you didn't have to leave this place, we could be together forever, that's all that I want.
Love,
Abel
October 9, 1821
We stayed silent for a while my mind still swirling with thoughts. If this had truly happened...if Julien did love Abel I don't think he would be the one to blame, it wouldn't make sense. Abel looked lost, remembering all those moments he had shared with that boy that everyone considered weird. I guess that in the end the Hughes did leave for a while but came back to the winter gala where Abel and Julien became closer than ever.
It must be hard. Remembering that you loved someone and now he's gone and you could do nothing about it. He got on his feet and offered me his hand, I took it and we spend the day walking round the garden as Abel had once done with Julien. We sat on the grass in silence for a while, I faced him and saw tears in his eyes but he was smiling. He talked, maybe not to me but he did. He told all those great but simple adventures he had with Julien.
He didn't deserve to die the way he did, that's all I know. In the end he was only a boy in love.
- Writer
