Chapter Thirteen
Frederick was standing at his favourite wooden table he had made when he furnished the cottage. It was too late for supper but perfect for a snack- not blood but perhaps some proper food. He was buttering a few slices of seed and grain bread, the blade gently gliding over the soft grain inside. He was thinking of how the blade could gently cut through bread and how the bread just gave in to being wounded. Then he thought of Elizabeth, and how he had cut through her heart, leaving her to bleed, quite literally. Frederick was starting to find some small comfort that it was already a little past midnight and she had not turned up, that he was safe. He decided to unlock the shutters and the bolt to the front and back doors. He pulled open one of the shutters just a crack to let in a little of the moon's beautiful beams. The world seemed peaceful to him. Everything was once again in it's right place. Until she arrived.
I rode my horse gently through the woods along a little gravel path. I had been riding for quite a few hours, turning evening in
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