NOTE... //Couldn't resist. c: *cuddles tightly*
Somewhere within the Senior Steward's desk, in one of the many drawers and squeezed in-between two particularly-heavy tomes, an unsent letter lay hidden, the single pair of eyes of the writer having gazed upon it - and nobody else's, neither was it ever meant for such.
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Curious how time works. They say that time can cure wounds - that only time can move a mountain and dry out the ocean. I never thought time - and a little bit of perspective would change the way I feel see you.
I was wrong about you. I will admit that. There is ... so much more to you, that I find so fascinating and intriguing, a hidden treasure chest that makes me long to discover, to open and in turn, to treasure it for myself.
I do not know where these feelings have come from
I still remember - from my unfortunate Ascendancy mishap ... it turned to be more fortunate when I realized I could finally understand you. That I could feel you. It was all in that touch, of pure energies mingling together, that I have felt what it means to be one with the universe ...
What a beautiful existence, I keep telling myself ... but it is not something for a human to feel. I can see that, and I know it from the way you act and you speak whenever we get the chance to actually do speak - ah, how fickle time can be!
I wish I were able to release you - from your prison, from the closed-mindness that has been instilled upon you in times so very bitter for you. I wish I could show you how beautiful life is, if only to repay you for all that you have taught me, and have continued to teach me.
The note seems to end abruptly, with a woman's frantic scribbling and cross-cutting over a word she seemed so vehement to hiding, to erasing from existence, never once meant for the light of the world to see.
For what sane human would juggle with the thought of loving an Ascendant?