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Post by Belladonna on Mar 8, 2008 22:56:56 GMT -5
*She stopped abruptly when he stood up, turning slightly pink.* I, um...I'm sorry, I came to...but I... *Bella really had no idea what to say- all thoughts of the diary had fled when she saw that Enjolras was still in here.*
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Post by Enjolras on Mar 8, 2008 22:57:58 GMT -5
*He nodded, swaying a little. In the time since she'd left, he'd become gloriously drunk. He attempted not to speak, lest he say something idiotic.*
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Post by Belladonna on Mar 8, 2008 23:01:16 GMT -5
I was looking...for a book! *She finally said, biting her lip.* So I'll just...get on that, then.
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Post by Enjolras on Mar 8, 2008 23:02:35 GMT -5
"A book? Really?" *He said, unable to stop himself from talking.* "Shouldn't be hard, now the whole room's full of them!" *He cried. He looked about the room.* "We do have a lot of books, don't we?"
*He laughed as if he'd told a very funny joke.*
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Post by Belladonna on Mar 8, 2008 23:05:39 GMT -5
Certainly, there's a lot of books. *Bella blushed an even deeper shade of pink, turning to the nearest bookshelf and beginning to scan the titles.*
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Post by Enjolras on Mar 8, 2008 23:07:14 GMT -5
*Enjolras blinked as if seeing her for the first time, but then stumbled as he tried to take a step towards her.*
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Post by Belladonna on Mar 8, 2008 23:10:33 GMT -5
*Bella turned quickly, frowning with concern.* Are you alright, mons- Enjolras? *She bit her lip- she knew it was awful to call her husband monsieur, but it had slipped out because she was so nervous and now she wasn't sure what he might do. Maybe he hadn't noticed it.*
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Post by Enjolras on Mar 8, 2008 23:12:53 GMT -5
*He laughed unnervingly, as if what she had said was very, very funny, but there was a note of despair there.*
"Oh, that's fantastic. You call me monsieur; I'm a stranger to you." *He pushed his hair out of his face, sitting back down.* "A bloody stranger."
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Post by Belladonna on Mar 8, 2008 23:17:53 GMT -5
*Or maybe he had. She bit her lip, looking at him entreatingly.* I-I'm sorry, it just slipped out, I...it won't happen again, really, Enjolras! *She took a tiny step forward, though she was still pretty far away from him.* You aren't...a complete stranger. I mean, we live here together, we're- we're trying to get to know each other... *Her voice trailed off. The truth was, she really didn't know anything about him, and they both knew it.*
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Post by Enjolras on Mar 8, 2008 23:20:55 GMT -5
*When he looked up, his eyes held a despair and longing even worse than her own.*
"I shouldn't have let you go calling that day. I was at a business meeting; I was too busy to come calling with you. I'm the one who should have been sitting where Nicki was... it was all my fault." *He said hoarsely.*
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Post by Belladonna on Mar 8, 2008 23:26:05 GMT -5
*She walked over to him now, sitting down beside him and actually taking his hand without a second thought. Her beautiful blue eyes met his intently, her gaze serious and sad.* It wasn't your fault- I'm sure it wasn't. Nobody could have helped what happened, right? Though...I suppose it was really my fault for going out that day anyway. *She let go of his hand as she said this, slowly turning to stare out the window, and her voice, when she next spoke, was barely audible.* I should have died.
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Post by Enjolras on Mar 8, 2008 23:33:24 GMT -5
*He stood, suddenly not so unstable. He whirled on her, dark eyes flashing.*
"Don't ever say that!" *He hissed.* "He was sitting in my seat. I told him to take it, Bella. I told him to take it because he came to me beforehand, asking me if I'd come with you. I made some stupid excuse, like a bloody fool, but told him to go ahead and sit in my seat. He died because he was sitting where I should have!" *His voice rose and his chest heaved. There was an aching despair in his voice, as well as an anger.* "So don't you say that, Bella, that it should have been you, because it should have been me!! It's my fault he's dead, Bella, I killed our son!"
*The self-guilt of the years finally came out, though if he hadn't been so inebriated he never would have said anything. His breathing was labored, and his hair was slipping away from its normal state, hanging in his eyes. His eyes flashed intensely, and one would not doubt that this passionate creature had convinced young men to fight to their death, that he would fight for something himself.*
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Post by Belladonna on Mar 8, 2008 23:43:50 GMT -5
*She was on her feet in an instant, quite a bit shorter than her husband but still managing to appear equal to him.* You couldn't have known it would happen, Enjolras! He could have been sitting somewhere else and still died- you don't know! If I hadn't been so stubborn about going out that day, none of it would have happened- none of it! It was my fault- my fault- and my God, I can't wake up without hearing the nurse telling me about my life- that I'd taken my children out on an icy day- that the carriage had slipped and my son had died- and all of it, all of it was my fault! I wish I'd been killed instead- I do, so very, very much, because then I wouldn't feel so guilty that I am alive instead of my son...and that I can't even remember him.
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Post by Enjolras on Mar 8, 2008 23:47:41 GMT -5
*His eyes flashed dangerously.*
"Be glad, Bella. Be glad you don't remember him, because if you don't remember him then you don't remember the pain of losing him."
*His voice broke.* "You don't remember how angelic he was; you don't remember what a perfect son he was. Be glad, Bella." *He said, that flashing gone out of his eyes and the anger from his voice, turning into only despair. He turned and walked out of the room.*
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Post by Belladonna on Mar 8, 2008 23:50:39 GMT -5
*She stormed after him.* Glad? Glad that I can't remember my own son? Glad that, even though it's all my fault, I can't even grieve properly for him? How on earth could I be glad?
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