Butterflies.. I see butterflies and pools of blood. I see a handsome young man smeared in it dead on a floor inside of a grand estate house. The worst part was the face of the dark haired woman with the dark eyes pinned in my Master with that devious look in her eyes. She had intent to kill him. I hope my letter reaches him in time. Its revenge... I just dont see for what. The dreams are not always true nor absolute so I am hoping for his sake this one if just a figment of my over active imagination. He's coming home soon.. I just cant wait to kneel at his feet and hold him again. When he returns.. I am giving him back my book. He can read it.. and see... I think its true what they say about absence making the heart grow fonder..
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