After Thomas left that afternoon, his world was irrevocably changed. Cecilia and her Mr. Pritchard officially became a couple, and he was forever forced into the shadows. He found himself over and over lamenting not having taken Percy's advice. But never did he lament it more than when he saw Cecilia (that darling, beautiful girl who used to be his) with the high and mighty Mr. Pritchard.
On one occasion, when Thomas happened to be passing by a private alcove in the garden of somebody-or-another whose ball they were attending, he heard their strained voices arguing, once again, in the cruelest of manners. He turned his head--ever weary for her sake and ready to intervene if need be--to see the pair standing a stone's throw from other. Thomas noticed the way the fiend clutched at her wrist until his knuckles turned white and in her eyes all the brightness seemed to shatter with the pain. However much pain she was in, though, she would not cry out for it; she refused to give him the satisfaction of a triumph over her. At least that could stand to her credit--that she was brave against his tyranny.
On one occasion, when Thomas happened to be passing by a private alcove in the garden of somebody-or-another whose ball they were attending, he heard their strained voices arguing, once again, in the cruelest of manners. He turned his head--ever weary for her sake and ready to intervene if need be--to see the pair standing a stone's throw from other. Thomas noticed the way the fiend clutched at her wrist until his knuckles turned white and in her eyes all the brightness seemed to shatter with the pain. However much pain she was in, though, she would not cry out for it; she refused to give him the satisfaction of a triumph over her. At least that could stand to her credit--that she was brave against his tyranny.
Thomas eventually pulled away, knowing she would never forgive him for intruding. To her it would seem like he didn't trust her to be on her own--she would see it as a degradation.
Along the cold carriage ride home only one thought ran through his mind, his own words reverberating in his mind, twisting and convulsing until they were something of an entirely separate nature than when he had first uttered them. They were intended, in the moment of their first coming into existence, as a chastisement for her actions; now, however, they served only as a chastisement to him.
...The next time you think your world is falling apart, I just might not be there to put it back together for you. And then, perhaps, you'll remember why you ever came to me...
He could see clearly now how he'd driven her away, and now that his world was falling apart she was no where to be found to help him set it to rights again.
Along the cold carriage ride home only one thought ran through his mind, his own words reverberating in his mind, twisting and convulsing until they were something of an entirely separate nature than when he had first uttered them. They were intended, in the moment of their first coming into existence, as a chastisement for her actions; now, however, they served only as a chastisement to him.
...The next time you think your world is falling apart, I just might not be there to put it back together for you. And then, perhaps, you'll remember why you ever came to me...
He could see clearly now how he'd driven her away, and now that his world was falling apart she was no where to be found to help him set it to rights again.
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