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Feb 6, 2008 15:12:31 GMT -5
Post by Philippe on Feb 6, 2008 15:12:31 GMT -5
*Philippe searched the house for half an hour before returning to the sitting room. He rang for the butler who informed him that his wife had taken the carriage to her family home. The carriage had returned empty.
Philippe felt himself grow very cold. She had made her decision then and it was all for nothing. She had left, as her mother had before her. Only this was worse, it felt as if everything in the world that was good and right had disappeared and he was left alone.*
"Again."
*He spoke aloud. But he would not, he could not be alone again. A smiled appeared on his face.*
"Then I shall see Violetta."
*He stood and moved over to a cupboard, opening it he pulled out a pistol.*
"Tonight I shall see you sister, it will be better than here."
*It was calming, knowing that he could simply take himself out of the world at no harm to anyone. Yet, his heart wept for her.*
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Feb 6, 2008 15:18:05 GMT -5
Post by Rebecca on Feb 6, 2008 15:18:05 GMT -5
*MONTAGE OF BECCA RIDING BACK TO THE ESTATE THROUGH A THUNDERSTORM IN SLOW MOTION, TEARS AND RAIN ALIKE STREAKING DOWN HER FACE AS THE WIND HOWLS, LIGHTNING FLASHES, AND THE HORSE DRIPS FOAMY SLOBBER.*
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Feb 6, 2008 15:21:10 GMT -5
Post by Philippe on Feb 6, 2008 15:21:10 GMT -5
***********NIGHT**********
*Philippe re-entered the room. His affairs were in order and he had written a note. To her. It was at the door, away from his mother's grasping hands.
Dear Rebecca Just, be happy. Please. I do not have it in me. Perhaps I do not deserve to say it but I do love you. Yours, as always Philippe
*He picked up the pistol and loaded it with one bullet.*
"Perhaps I should judge my aim better."
*He chuckled to himself and raised the gun to his head.*
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Feb 6, 2008 15:25:51 GMT -5
Post by Rebecca on Feb 6, 2008 15:25:51 GMT -5
*Rebecca pushed open the door to the study in time to see Philippe raising the gun in his hand. She felt a terrible dizzy sensation and the same sick cold that had assaulted her the last time she'd opened a door onto Philippe unexpectedly. She had but time for a single word, and it tore itself from her throat in a shriek.*
"NO!"
*She stretched out her hand towards him.*
"No..." *she whispered desperately before everything went black and she sank to the floor, dripping water everywhere.*
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Feb 6, 2008 15:31:59 GMT -5
Post by Philippe on Feb 6, 2008 15:31:59 GMT -5
*The gun crashed to the floor as Philippe spun around.*
"W-what?."
*In a second everything came back in a rush of colour and sound. He moved forward and cradled her tightly in his arms. He began to plant desperate kisses on her hands, neck, face, anything he could reach.*
"Rebecca... Rebecca...Rebecca."
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Feb 6, 2008 15:41:08 GMT -5
Post by Rebecca on Feb 6, 2008 15:41:08 GMT -5
*Rebecca slowly awakened and wondered if he'd shot them both. There was the hot, sweet, brilliant pain of her abating terror and the cool, clean, calm relief that whispered to her that everything would be alright. Philippe caught her lips against his and she kissed him desperately, so hard it hurt before she broke away, gasping through her tears.*
"Don't...don't do it...don't leave me..." *she murmured, half-hysterical.* "I never meant...I just didn't think to..."
*She held his face and kissed him again.*
"I'll always return to you, my love. My love. Oh, I do love you," *she sighed, the words strange but so comfortable on her tongue.*
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Feb 6, 2008 16:21:27 GMT -5
Post by Philippe on Feb 6, 2008 16:21:27 GMT -5
*Philippe pulled back abruptly, too stunned at this change to believe it.*
"Do you mean those words truly?, not just a sense of gratitude or to appease me?"
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Feb 6, 2008 16:25:45 GMT -5
Post by Rebecca on Feb 6, 2008 16:25:45 GMT -5
"When I saw you holding that gun...I wanted to die, too," *she whispered.*
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Feb 6, 2008 16:27:26 GMT -5
Post by Philippe on Feb 6, 2008 16:27:26 GMT -5
"No one is going to die."
*Philippe pulled her to him again.His heart was beating faster than it ever had before.*
"I love you."
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Feb 6, 2008 16:31:13 GMT -5
Post by Rebecca on Feb 6, 2008 16:31:13 GMT -5
"I know," *she whispered, clinging tightly to him.*
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Feb 6, 2008 16:33:09 GMT -5
Post by Philippe on Feb 6, 2008 16:33:09 GMT -5
*Philippe pulled her face up to his and kissed her til it felt as if his lungs would burst. He pushed her down so that she was lying on the deep red rug in the centre of the room, his body towering over hers.*
"Say it, say it again."
*He brought a hand down and placed it over her heart.*
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Feb 6, 2008 16:34:08 GMT -5
Post by Rebecca on Feb 6, 2008 16:34:08 GMT -5
"I...I love you."
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Feb 6, 2008 16:36:10 GMT -5
Post by Philippe on Feb 6, 2008 16:36:10 GMT -5
*It was almost as if something had broken inside him. Philippe could hardly tell if he was laughing or crying. He placed his head on her stomach, his arms wrapped tightly around her slender frame.*
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Feb 6, 2008 16:38:54 GMT -5
Post by Rebecca on Feb 6, 2008 16:38:54 GMT -5
*Becca slid her fingers through his hair and let her hands rest upon his head, her eyes falling shut as she was content just to know he was near, warm and solidly alive, his head rising and falling with the rhythm of her breathing.*
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Feb 6, 2008 16:40:36 GMT -5
Post by Philippe on Feb 6, 2008 16:40:36 GMT -5
*Philippe looked up, over the curves of her shape to her face.*
"You are soaking."
*He began to tug at the layers of her clothing, which were caked in mud and rain.*
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