21 September 1950' 

South Side, Chicago

While getting out of a yellow cab, Morgan began lurking at a Park where he used to come years ago. He lightly pushed up a black fence and crossed it. With pain, he found out that this place was abandonned by local public authorities. Empty food cans, needles and cracked booze's bottles were on corners, under wood's banks and some trees were even burned.

Coming aside a fountain, placed in park's center, surrounded by bushes. Morgan looked at his reflect mirroring on that dirty and polluted water. He suddenly felt emotions getting a bit of him, and some tears broked within stoned pavements on the floor. That was alike hundred of knives striking his chest, soon after his whole body and being. 

*We were here, both. Together. Hands united, a kiss shared, a blow among time, that lived forever ...* Arthur tought for an instant. Then he grabbed a tissue out of his satchel and started a walk around that fountain. His eyes found out what they're searching for. By a swift hand, he cleaned up dust. Then he scratched off marks of humidity using his knife. 

*1921 - back to my love - For Marlyn With Love. M+R* readed Morgan with a loud voice, before silence became complete. He was still carrying memories of that date, in an old time. 

Morgan lighted up a cigaret and opened up that letter holded previously by Father Jack. He started his lecture quietly, like if that was a first time that he read something. Each letter would have a meaning, each word a revelation, each sentence would be equal to deliverance of a long time forbidden truth : 

My dear Arthur,

It has been thirteen years that we've been seperated.

I know, I've broked your heart. But, you must believe me, it had to be,

for you own safety. I know that returning back would not fix

what it is already been destroyed. Nor, making us live our story again.

what we lived would remain a well hidden secret, a youth's fairytale, 

a dream that would last forever. How ever, it would remain intact in

my memory, until the end of my time.

I'am located at the "Perching Hotel, between 64th and Cottage street,"

ask's for Malory. I terribly need you, Arthur.

Your truly beloved one. 

For Morgan with love,

Marlyn. *a signature and a red-glove's kiss were at the bottom of the letter*

Morgan kept it open, and red it again. Hands nearly shaking.

*it must be a joke. By the devil, giiirl. You're still alive !* He finaly concluded.