Ashle+Beyer

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//My Name is Aveline, I was a childhood friend of Hamlet's! //

//My dearest Journal, //

//Oh, how I do miss my darling Hamlet! We were such good friends when we were younger. I love him, though I do not believe he even remembers me. I saw him whilst I was visiting Denmark and the University of Wittenberg a short while ago. Seeing him again reminded me of the days when we used to run through the gardens near our homes. He is wonderful, isn't he? He certainly has grown into himself. I always told him that he would grow into a fine man. We used to spend every moment we could together, we were the best of friends. //

//Our families were close, my dear Journal. Our parents had known each other for many years prior to our births. They had decided long before we were born if we were opposite sexes that we were to marry. It was agreed upon by our parents that we would make a magnificent couple, a couple of much power and honor. We were to grow up and learn to enjoy each others' company, or at the very least tolerate it. We were bound to each other before we were even conceived. I began to love him from a very early age. But he shamed me, he shamed my family. He is the reason that we were made to leave our home. We moved a short distance from Denmark, far enough that people would not ask questions but that we were not so far that we had left Denmark completely. I hate him, I hate to love him. I will not reach out to the man that broke my heart and my life. //

//I am strong enough to resist the temptation he proposes. I am strong. My family is looking for a new man for me. I must find work, as my other job was compromised by unfortunate circumstances. I do not wish to speak of them, not now. It is still too soon for me to even think of the events that have transpired the past few weeks. I will find a new job, I will find myself a magnificent job. I will work hard and if I must I will support myself. I am beginning to get too old to be supported by my parents, though I am also near the middle of the age that is acceptable to get married. My parents are very picky, they are comparing the other men to my Hamlet. They have forgiven him. I am fine with supporting myself. I almost want to. I think it would be interesting, although it is not seen as good around my home. It may very well be my reality. I have decided that I must approve of the man that my parents choose. //

//I must go to sleep now though, my dearest Journal. I must I wake early tomorrow and it is getting late. //

//Goodnight, // //Forever yours, //

// Aveline. //

