塞姆利亚文库 #3短篇 （空之轨迹短小说）(7)
This is the story of a chest so finely carved, words alone cannot hope to illustrate a worthy picture. Many have certainly made attempts, of course, but each usurped the crown as a greater failure than the last.
At best, most choose to describe its features in simple terms: a dark, cherry-red wood framed with a steel that was painstakingly etched end to end with florae.
It is yet to be spoken of in legend, for its mother was a modest carpenter who carved it with no other purpose than to hold a confession. It was never meant for a grand display, but for a quiet, sincere love.
‘My Dearest Genevieve,’ the letter within began, the handwriting noticeably delicate and imperfect from what must have been nerves, I present two gifts: this chest, of which there is no other, and my love.
‘Perhaps the second gift will be unwelcome, and should it come to that, I would still dearly wish to be your friend. The days we’ve spent in that shop are and will always remain precious no matter the answer.
‘I ask you this: do you love me? I have the only key that locks the chest. Should you return my love, I wish for us to meet once more in that shop, and together, we will forever secure our love inside.
At best, most choose to describe its features in simple terms: a dark, cherry-red wood framed with a steel that was painstakingly etched end to end with florae.
It is yet to be spoken of in legend, for its mother was a modest carpenter who carved it with no other purpose than to hold a confession. It was never meant for a grand display, but for a quiet, sincere love.
‘My Dearest Genevieve,’ the letter within began, the handwriting noticeably delicate and imperfect from what must have been nerves, I present two gifts: this chest, of which there is no other, and my love.
‘Perhaps the second gift will be unwelcome, and should it come to that, I would still dearly wish to be your friend. The days we’ve spent in that shop are and will always remain precious no matter the answer.
‘I ask you this: do you love me? I have the only key that locks the chest. Should you return my love, I wish for us to meet once more in that shop, and together, we will forever secure our love inside.
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