A drabble; A Letter - Part 3

[lilidelafield.livejournal.com]

Illya sat beside his partner, watching as he drove. Silent, and white-faced. This was not like his partner at all. Finally, two hours into the journey, he spoke up.

           “Napoleon...this is worrying me. Will you please talk to me?”

Napoleon let out his breath as though he had been holding it, and belatedly nodded. He pulled swiftly into a lay-by and turned off the engine. For several minutes he sat, staring ahead, before turning slightly in his seat. Illya saw his face was white and drawn.

           “Illya…” he said, half reluctantly, his voice cracking. “I’ve lost Millie. My Millie is dead!”

Comments

[lindafishes8.livejournal.com]

Thanks for posting these quickly. Now, who's Millie? Gotta wait for the next installment? *mumble, mumble* ;D

[lilidelafield.livejournal.com]

II wonder who Millie is? I'll update as soon as I have time. Thanks for your comment! :-)