A letter to the post man

We cuddled for a while, Nath's arms wrapped securely around me as if he were trying to shield me from the chaos outside. His scent, warm and familiar, was a temporary comfort. The silence was soothing, broken only by the sound of our synchronized breathing.

But then, the screeching sound of a car broke through the stillness like a sharp blade. My heart sank. I knew it was Catharine.

"Nath," I whispered urgently, pulling away from him. "You have to go."

He hesitated, his eyes scanning my face as if memorizing every detail. "Reina…" he murmured, leaning in to press one last lingering kiss to my lips before he rose from the bed.

As he walked to the door, he glanced back, his gaze filled with longing. And then he was gone.

I sighed, burying my face in my hands. "Is this going to go on forever?" I muttered to myself. The guilt was a constant weight, yet the pull towards Nath was irresistible.

I barely had time to gather my thoughts when the door opened. I tensed, knowing exactly who it was.

"You're up, finally!" Catharine's cheerful voice broke the tension.

I turned, forcing a smile as she moved closer. "Yeah, I just woke up."

"Food is ready!" she added enthusiastically. "Hurry, let's go downstairs. Nath is home. Let's eat together."

"Okay," I replied, my voice steady despite the storm brewing inside me.

Catharine reached for my hand, holding it tightly as she led me to the dining hall. The aroma of different dishes greeted me as we entered, filling the air with warmth and familiarity. The dining hall, as always, looked spectacular, its grandeur a reflection of Catharine's meticulous nature.

But my eyes immediately fell on Nath. He was seated at the far end of the table, his expression unreadable. Catharine sat down on his right side, then gestured for me to take the seat on his left.

I hesitated for a moment but nodded gently and sat down.

Catharine, ever the attentive host, began serving Nath and me first before finally serving herself. As we began to eat, I couldn't help but notice the silence lingering between them.

"Did you make this?" I asked, breaking the stillness.

"Of course!" Catharine replied, a proud smile gracing her lips.

"Wow," I teased lightly. "Since when did you learn to cook?"

Her expression shifted, softening as she turned to Nath with a determined gaze. "Since I married the man of my dreams, Reina," she said, her voice steady but tinged with vulnerability. "I want to be the only woman he eats from. I want to be a good wife to him." Her voice cracked slightly at the end.

Nath avoided her gaze, focusing on his plate. The air around us grew heavier.

I knew. I had always known. Their marriage was a mess, and I was at the heart of that mess.

Catharine's hand reached out, gently caressing mine. Her touch was firm yet pleading, as if asking me to notice Nath's coldness towards her.

And then, it hit me like a punch to the gut. She invited me over to fix her relationship with Nath.

But how? How could I possibly help when I was the one tearing them apart?

Nath excused himself from the table, his chair scraping against the floor as he left the room.

Catharine turned to me, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. "Reina," she started, her voice trembling. "Nath doesn't love me anymore. I've tried everything to make him happy, but I can see it… I can see how his feelings for me are gone."

Her voice cracked as she sobbed, covering her face with trembling hands. "But what do I do, Reina? I've fallen for him so deeply. I love him so much."

The sight of her, broken and vulnerable, shattered something inside me. I couldn't bear it any longer. Without thinking, I reached for her, pulling her into a tight hug.

"Please help me, Reina," she whispered against my shoulder, her voice filled with desperation. "Promise me you'll help. You're my sister, right? Please, let Nath realize his feelings for me. I trust you."

Her words echoed in my mind, piercing through the haze of guilt and desire. I held her tighter, trying to offer some semblance of comfort even as my heart twisted in agony.

How could I promise her something I wasn't sure I could give? How could I help her mend a love that I had already fractured?We cuddled for a while, Nath's arms wrapped securely around me as if he were trying to shield me from the chaos outside. His scent, warm and familiar, was a temporary comfort. The silence was soothing, broken only by the sound of our synchronized breathing.

But then, the screeching sound of a car broke through the stillness like a sharp blade. My heart sank. I knew it was Catharine.

"Nath," I whispered urgently, pulling away from him. "You have to go."

He hesitated, his eyes scanning my face as if memorizing every detail. "Reina…" he murmured, leaning in to press one last lingering kiss to my lips before he rose from the bed.

As he walked to the door, he glanced back, his gaze filled with longing. And then he was gone.

I sighed, burying my face in my hands. "Is this going to go on forever?" I muttered to myself. The guilt was a constant weight, yet the pull towards Nath was irresistible.

I barely had time to gather my thoughts when the door opened. I tensed, knowing exactly who it was.

"You're up, finally!" Catharine's cheerful voice broke the tension.

I turned, forcing a smile as she moved closer. "Yeah, I just woke up."

"Food is ready!" she added enthusiastically. "Hurry, let's go downstairs. Nath is home. Let's eat together."

"Okay," I replied, my voice steady despite the storm brewing inside me.

Catharine reached for my hand, holding it tightly as she led me to the dining hall. The aroma of different dishes greeted me as we entered, filling the air with warmth and familiarity. The dining hall, as always, looked spectacular, its grandeur a reflection of Catharine's meticulous nature.

But my eyes immediately fell on Nath. He was seated at the far end of the table, his expression unreadable. Catharine sat down on his right side, then gestured for me to take the seat on his left.

I hesitated for a moment but nodded gently and sat down.

Catharine, ever the attentive host, began serving Nath and me first before finally serving herself. As we began to eat, I couldn't help but notice the silence lingering between them.

"Did you make this?" I asked, breaking the stillness.

"Of course!" Catharine replied, a proud smile gracing her lips.

"Wow," I teased lightly. "Since when did you learn to cook?"

Her expression shifted, softening as she turned to Nath with a determined gaze. "Since I married the man of my dreams, Reina," she said, her voice steady but tinged with vulnerability. "I want to be the only woman he eats from. I want to be a good wife to him." Her voice cracked slightly at the end.

Nath avoided her gaze, focusing on his plate. The air around us grew heavier.

I knew. I had always known. Their marriage was a mess, and I was at the heart of that mess.

Catharine's hand reached out, gently caressing mine. Her touch was firm yet pleading, as if asking me to notice Nath's coldness towards her.

And then, it hit me like a punch to the gut. She invited me over to fix her relationship with Nath.

But how? How could I possibly help when I was the one tearing them apart?

Nath excused himself from the table, his chair scraping against the floor as he left the room.

Catharine turned to me, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. "Reina," she started, her voice trembling. "Nath doesn't love me anymore. I've tried everything to make him happy, but I can see it… I can see how his feelings for me are gone."

Her voice cracked as she sobbed, covering her face with trembling hands. "But what do I do, Reina? I've fallen for him so deeply. I love him so much."

The sight of her, broken and vulnerable, shattered something inside me. I couldn't bear it any longer. Without thinking, I reached for her, pulling her into a tight hug.

"Please help me, Reina," she whispered against my shoulder, her voice filled with desperation. "Promise me you'll help. You're my sister, right? Please, let Nath realize his feelings for me. I trust you."

Her words echoed in my mind, piercing through the haze of guilt and desire. I held her tighter, trying to offer some semblance of comfort even as my heart twisted in agony.

How could I promise her something I wasn't sure I could give? How could I help her mend a love that I had already fractured?