10 [Private to Giselle]

[impure_tale]

To my loveliest Giselle,

Each of the seven days in the last week have been days without sunshine, for not once have I seen your face nor even heard a kind word. Have you fallen ill, my pet? I pray I have not offended you in some way; it breaks my heart to even think it. I know that I have -- changed, for the time being, but please know it is still me.

Ask anything of me, and it is yours, but please -- favor me with your company again. A glance. A word, even on paper. A gesture. All of these things are precious to me, and I await your reply in earnest.

Yours,
Donatien