Snow on the Beach

It was past midnight, and my heart was pounding. I sat at my desk, facing a melancholic, blank parchment. I tapped my quill gently against the table, contemplating what words could possibly convey my thoughts to Sebastian.The castle enveloped me in a stifling silence, its stillness leaving my head spinning. Why was I so nervous? I should be seething with anger... and I was, I admit. I was angry, sad, and incredibly nervous. Sebastian had caused a great upheaval, and I felt responsible for it. I had a role to play in this tangled web.When he summoned me to the Undercroft after his uncle's passing, a surge of hope and anxiety coursed through me. We had weathered numerous trials and tribulations, and even during his darkest hour of losing his entire family, we had remained hurtful towards one another.There's no better word to describe Sebastian Sallow than "a dick." And yet, here I am, feeling a knot twist in my stomach at the mere thought of his face as he opens my letter.I straightened my back and began to write.