Love is a Dangerous Game

My Brother's Help (13)

At this point, I couldn’t handle hearing his sorrowful words. He was sick! He was planning to die, with my image in his head. I couldn’t let that happen. All this was my fault…

I turned to my aunt again.

“Faith,” I exclaimed, “I have to see him again.”

“I-”

“He’s sick! He’s depressed! I haven’t tried to forget him, but he is dwelling on the past!” I sat up in my bed, despite the pain I felt. My heartache for Lawrence was worse. “I have to see him!” I began ripping the bands that were holding me down off, but with no success.

“The ocean will find out!”

“I don’t care!” I said, my hands still on the bands. “My sentence is bad enough! Death would be merciful.” I said harshly. Tears rapidly fell down my face. If Lawrence were here, he would surely wipe them away… I turned away, and barely breathed, “Please.”

She stood, and swiftly left the room, slamming the door behind her.

I decided to give up. There was no point if I was already sick, suffering from the ocean’s sentence. But Lawrence was suffering too… that was the problem.

I reached for the box with trouble, and opened Lawrence’s last letter for me.

Dear Lorelai,

I was a fool. I caused us both harm, because I was willing to risk everything. I’m so, so sorry. I abandoned you, and I’m sorry.

There’s a problem, Lorelai. I’m dwelling too much on the past. Which is probably why I’m dying, and my health is declining so. I’m sorry. That’s all I can think to write. Is that I'm sorry. I love you so much. And I will never forget you.

Lawrence

“No.” I whispered at first. Then my voice rose, and I screamed for Lawrence to come back to me. “No!!” Lawrence!” I screamed until I couldn’t breath any longer, and my voice gave out.

I broke open the bands holding me down eventually. I felt so sick. But nothing would stop me from saving him. Nothing.

I looked through the box, until I found it. My brothers address. He was the only person I knew who would help me achieve happiness. Of course, my aunt would try to coax me out of depression, and take me on walks, but that was nothing. I knew, and really hoped that my sweet brother would help me find my love again.

That night, I snuck out of the house successfully. My aunt was so exhausted watching over me, I almost felt pity for her. Thankfully, my horse was boarded up in my aunts garden. I gave her a sugar cube or two, and whispered, “We’re going home.”