221B Grimmauld Palace,
Baker’s Stree,Borough of Isolation
Republic of Solitude – 007
I’m sorry for all the mistakes and sins I’ve ever committed. I’m truly sorry and I promise that I shall learn from them and never commit such a sin. We all deserve second chances don’t we? And NO! Second chances do not mean that you scan me from top to toe with those scrutinising eyes of yours and search my nooks of my soul and my room. Yes, I am well aware that what I did wasn’t right. But that does not mean you punish my soul for it. My soul tried to make sure that I don’t lie to you. I convinced my teeth to bite my tongue and my hands to pinch my ears and I thought of lying to you. No this was not a spur of the momentire lie and yes, I was going to confess. Not immediately but soon. All I wished for is some more time. For, I am not one of those several people who try to take a short cut just to escape the peril for a short time and then just commit to take several short cuts and get stuck in a world full of rat traps. I am one of those who needs a little time in the Republic of Solitude to come up with a way to overcome the peril. Oh! You wouldn’t understand it. My soul would cease to exist if at all I decided not to confess that I did lie.
I sometimes wonder if you ever lied! But, I’m well aware of them. Yet, I choose to keep quite because, I believe you have you reasons. No one was ever made perfect. Not even God’s favourite Faust. Like good ol’ Faust, I also seek and wish for things. But, unlike him I shalt not sell my soul to the devil and end up serving in the lava filled he’ll as he did. For, I would burn from the boiling lava my soul throws my way if I ever sold it.But, I shall barter it with the devi at the devil’s hour as I write the play by play for you to see I’m a better version of a person than I seem to be at the moment in front of your scrutinising eyes. I’m bartering my abilities to commit sins, procrastinate and give into certain unhealthy guilty pleasures in order to obtain my goals and dreams. And unlike Faust, both my gods and my devils stand by me. He wishes me well and locls hia newly aquired possessions deep down in his dungeons for those, are his rightful pleasures or so he says. Also, I’m postivery that he doesn’t wish to have a borderline OCD slave working in his lava pool and complaining how molten and solidified lava shul not mix.
I know that my minutes here in the Republic of Solitude are numbered. As I’m about to leave the devil calls my name. He makes anot her promise that, If at all I don’t look towards my older habits, he shall talk to his friend called death and provide me with the cloak of invisibility. I step back into out world where your eyes shall surely scan me again hearing the wishes of both my gods and my devils. I thank them for one last time. I shall hide the key but, never use it. It’s one of the promises that I wouldn’t dare to break.
Hope and determination.