|| "Love hurts" || Closed RP || Lactuca-Deorum
After some days of hard thinking and correcting what had happened to herself, Arianna made her way to the Egyptain dorms, having made completely sure Seth was there for a little while. She went into his room and went over to his bed to gently place an envelope with a letter inside on his nightstand with his name written in the hieroglyphics to make it look a bit special.
I’m writing this to you because I just cannot face you after what happened that day due to feeling ashamed. And I would like to start this letter out by saying, I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking rationally, nor was I – as you said – in the right place to say such things and feel that way. But I think you deserve to know the reason behind all the ruckus I made between the two of us.
As you might already know, I come from a different part of the world with a different kind of mentality than you do – which causes me to think & feel the way I do/did. One could say it’s a “natural thing” for me to feel that way. I never meant to step on you, nor the laws/rules of your pantheon...
My Flame, please do understand that I really am trying to make this work for both of us – it has gone well so far, hasn’t it? Well, if you look apart from our daily quarrels, that is. Guess it’s only natural to quarrel between lovers, right...?
I know I have disappointed you greatly – or, as you told me yourself, deeply. And for that I am sorry, truly, but I simply thought you deserved to know what was going through my mind. Guess that didn’t go as planned, huh...?
I am not mentally stable at the moment as you might already know – but you might also find it to be a lame excuse, but it is the truth. And I am trying to do something about it, I really am...
I am not asking you to accept this apology, Seth, but what I am asking is, what can I possibly do to cover/make up for my terrible mistakes? I promise, I shall not interfere with you and your lovers/wives again. I am truly sorry, and my humblest apologies...
Seth, my burning Flame, I love you. I miss you.
Yours always,
Fiddling a bit with her fingers, she stood there for a little while, thinking about how stupid she had been acting. She still couldn't face him, nor dared to. But she could write it down. Sure, it was a bit unemotional and a bit cowardly, but it had to do - at least for now. She bit her lip as she took a look around his room, not moving. It made her feel safe but at the same time more guilty than she already felt.
She shook the feeling off, preparing for the worst thing to happen and left the storm god's room as well as the dorm, and headed out to the beach - as far away from the academy as she possibly could, and hoped no one would set out to look for her.