Silas looked down at the thousand letters being delivered to him. Fiona had collapsed, going into a coma the moment she turned to leave. A reaper had claimed her.
The memory of it still haunted him. The words the reaper had said, the way the reaper dropped her lifeless form to the ground as he vanished, clearly holding something much more precious than the body she’d resided in.
Everyone was wary of growing too strong, now, the reaper’s parting words being etched into everyone’s mind.
Don’t get too strong, now. I would hate to have to take care of you. I’m rather hoping to take a break for a few decades.
“What is this?” Silas asked, trying to distract him from the memories that played over and over in his mind.
Doom looked exhausted, shoulders slumped and bags under his eyes. His dark green hair was a greasy and frizzy mess, his eyes so bloodshot it looked like his iris was starting to spread outward.
“These are all letters that were in Fiona’s dorm room. All addressed to you,” Doom mentioned, voice weary. He didn’t stay around, leaving the moment the letters were delivered.
Silas stared at the letters quietly. So that offhand comment Fiona had made wasn’t a poor joke. She genuinely did write everything she thought she couldn’t say within letters.
He watched the letters slowly shift, several fluttering to the floor. Based on all that she’d said to him, he couldn’t imagine what was in them. There didn’t seem more room for depraved words, all of those she’d said aloud.
What could possibly be so filthy and horrid that even the woman who frequently spoke of very graphic things in great detail wouldn’t say aloud?
Reaching out, he picked up a letter at random, opening it.
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What would someone as crass and shameless as Fiona prevent herself from saying?
Today, after our spar, you seemed very embarrassed. It was the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen. I find it hard to take that Aphrodite and I are named as the most beautiful people in the kingdom when someone like you exists.
It made me realize that I would love to see you blush. Not from my crass comments, but from something like what I write in these letters. It really pains me that you’ll never get to read these. That I’ll never have the courage to say any of this aloud.
If you ever do read this, however, know that all of my letters are genuine, and from my heart. I really do admire you, and I understand why you treat me the way you do. I can only hope that you’re reading these letters very far into the future, when we’re happily married with two children.
~ Persephone
Silas stared at the letter. The handwriting was barely legible, but the contents weren’t what he expected. Reaching out, he picked up another letter.
I want to make you a flower crown. If our relationship ever warms up, I will definitely try to. I want to see you grin as you put it on.
If I’m ever confident enough to make you one, I know it will be falling apart, so I would love to see the flowers falling all around you. To help you get the petals out of your hair as I laugh.
Most people don’t believe you’re capable of grinning or laughing, but I know for a fact that you are. I can’t wait to see such a beautiful sight one day, even if it isn’t aimed at me.
~ Fiona
Silas swallowed, reaching out. He dug through every letter, looking through them frantically. All of them held flowery words.
None of them mentioned anything remotely sexual. All letters were written with romance and love for him, his personality, his appearance, and many more things.
By the time he was done reading the thousand letters, he was on the ground, leaning against a wall. His black hair was messy, silver eyes bloodshot from all the tears that had fallen from them.
Silas stared blankly into the depths of his office as it grew darker. He didn’t move for a very long time.
Of course, he realized mournfully.
The only thing someone like her would have issues saying would be something she was afraid of being rejected for.
To think she…
Silas reached up, hand clawing at the clothes on his chest as his heart twisted painfully.