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 Anna bell took a step away from the door, "Why do they have to be so cruel?" She thought and stood in the darkness. "Might as well light a candle" she mummered and walked to her desk and found a match. She struck it on the box and lit her red candle. The candles light was too bright, but it worked well enough. She sat at her desk and opened the 2nd drawer which had paper and ink for her pen.

 She closed the drawer after withdrawing paper and ink. She placed them on her desk and opened the ink for her feather pen. It was a gift from her aunt Margo because she knew Annabell's passion to write. Annabell dipped the feather pen into the ink and placed it on the paper.

 She wrote-

 Without my dearest Francis (Francisco) my heart aches tremedously. I cannot vision my future with Mr. Bogart, and i refuse to. I don't understand the concept of arranged marriage, why shall a man and woman have to say they love each other when they don't? If it wasn't from constant pressure from my parents and others on Francisco he'd still be with me. I dearly long for him i do, i truly love him. For he i wanted to be my husband, and i wanted to bare his children. Although time is cruel, and i don't know if i shall ever see him again, i hope i shall see him again.

 Annabell sat down her pen and burst into tears. "Oh why" she moaned, "WHY WHY WHY!" She banged the desk and broke into more tears. The clear drops flooded her pale checks and her nose was runny. She pulled her bun out and her long hair fell down. She really didn't like her hair up, even if its how ladies should wear it. "Francisco mon amour, my love" she thought. Annabell just sat there with her head on her arms at the desk.

 She weeped for her love, and weeped for her future she didn't want. A few minutes later there was a knock. "Who is it?" she called out. "Messenger boy" a male said. Her eyes lit up, "oh new about francisco!" she cried and jumped up. "The doors locked from out side," she said. Then she heard the door unlock and the boy handed her the letter and walked out the front door.

 She sat on the bed and opened the letter up.

 Anna it is me Charles, i have good news about Francisco. His friend Coleo said to me that before he left he said to tell Annabell he loved her and that he wished she could have come. I know that it may be hard for you to decide but Coleo is going back to France soon. If you like we can store you on the boat and bring you to be with Francisco! Love Charles.

Annabell thought, "That shouldn't be a hard one to think over" she smiled. "I can't wait!" she thought but then frowned. "What if i have to get married before then??"......