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Post by Shadi on Oct 8, 2008 10:41:05 GMT -5
"Good idea," Shadi said. "I was just thinking about protection, and the like. I'll be five minutes, if that."
She hopped up, excited.
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Post by Pina on Oct 8, 2008 10:45:16 GMT -5
"Bring an umbrella," *she shouted after her, then stood, awkwardly, waiting.*
*She should probably let someone know where she was off to, now that she thought of it. She didn't want her mother to have some sort of heart attack or anything. And they might blame Richard for her disappearance.
She made a mental not to write to both her mother and Richard as soon as they got there.*
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Post by Shadi on Oct 8, 2008 10:52:27 GMT -5
Shadi was afraid of leaving Rochester to his own devices. It wasn't nice--she wasn't unaware of that. But it was for the best, she'd convinced herself, and she'd write and explain everything. She dashed off the note now, before throwing a change of clothes into a small bag--nothing fancy, nothing she mightn't have afforded on her father's allowance.
She grabbed an umbrella on the way out, and grinned at Pina.
"I'm ready," she said.
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Post by Pina on Oct 8, 2008 11:03:19 GMT -5
"Let's go, then," *she said, grinning. She knew it was a completely insane idea that had little to no chance of working, but that's where the fun was. She hurried to catch up with her friend and the two of them disappeared out into the rain.*
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Post by Shadi on Oct 9, 2008 13:14:52 GMT -5
Shadi left a letter on Rochester's vanity, in a somewhat scratchy hand that printed, as she'd never formally learned to write.
Dearest Rochester,
I love you.
I start out this way because I'm afraid you won't believe me when you realize I've gone. I didn't want to. It wasn't you and it wasn't really me and it wasn't anything you did. But I'm ruining you, and I can't let that happen. You're the most wonderful person I know, and I feel so lucky that you found me and you thought I was worth everything you've given me. But the other night, when I tried and failed to show you I didn't mind that you were just as you always had been, I realized I wasn't doing you any favors. You shouldn't feel guilty about other women, or about being you. I love you--I loved you always. You didn't have to change for me. And even if you think you're happy with me it doesn't give me the right to change you.
You probably hate me now and you probably think I've broken your heart. But you have so much to give, Rochester, and not just to me. To everyone. I should let you do that. I shouldn't keep you to myself. I've been selfish. I love you, Rochester, but I love you too much to let you waste yourself on a street urchin like me. Please be happy. I know you can--you're the best at it I know.
Yours always,
Shadi
She cried as she wrote it, but dashed the tears away before heading back downstairs and into the night with Pina.
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Post by Rochester on Oct 10, 2008 6:03:44 GMT -5
***LATER***
*Rochester had arrived home in high spirits, chocolate decadence cake tied up neatly with a gold bow. It would have been the perfect ending to their meal. But...
Now he sat in the heavy armchair before the fire, staring at the page. He willed his eyes away, and yet they remained steadfast, the words heavy as the firelight danced behind the paper, illuminating it. He was locked there, unable to move. He read it over and over and still could not make it make sense. He felt hollow, as if all his insides had been ripped out in one swoop, and he was but a shell. A shell with a letter. And no sweet smile to remedy it again.*
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Post by Erik on Oct 10, 2008 9:39:15 GMT -5
((*whimper* I feel so awful. Really I do.))
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