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Post by Philippe on Feb 13, 2008 7:53:46 GMT -5
*Philippe climbed out of the carriage at the cottage on the moors.*
"Come, here is my Vienna."
*His face was a closed book.*
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 13, 2008 8:20:23 GMT -5
*Becca stepped out of the carriage, glancing around.*
"I don't understand," *she said quietly, looking at Philippe with real concern.*
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Post by Philippe on Feb 13, 2008 9:06:11 GMT -5
*Philippe sighed.*
"I never really went to Vienna. This is the house of my old nurse Mona."
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 13, 2008 9:08:27 GMT -5
"And you stayed here?" *Her gaze drifted over the cottage.* "Why did you tell me you were in Vienna?"
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Post by Philippe on Feb 13, 2008 9:17:10 GMT -5
"Because I believed you despised me and I felt you would be more comfortable if I were far away."
*He rubbed his forehead.*
"But, I wanted to make sure you were... I had to see you."
*It sounded strange even to him.*
"So I slept her and worked... in the gardens."
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 13, 2008 9:22:21 GMT -5
"So you lied to me and spent days in hiding just so you could keep an eye on me? Trick me into believing you respected my personal space, when all this time you were--"
*She couldn't say any more--she was shaking with anger and hurt.*
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Post by Philippe on Feb 13, 2008 9:24:26 GMT -5
*Philippe could only nod.*
"Yes, those were my intentions. I could not keep away."
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 13, 2008 9:28:45 GMT -5
*Becca backed away a step, unconsciously.*
"Dieu, Philippe..." *she turned her back and crossed her arms, biting her lip to keep her tears at bay. The sudden realization of the obsessive side of her husband's love disturbed her--hadn't her mother told her what had happened to the young soprano at the Opera who had aroused a similar passion in a lonely, despairing man. A man much like Philippe, it seemed. Although Becca loved him in return, the burden of being loved SO much frightened her.*
"I--I think I need some time. Alone. Please, Philippe..."
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Post by Philippe on Feb 13, 2008 9:32:48 GMT -5
*It felt as if a lead weight dropped in his stomach. Slowly he nodded.*
"I understand."
*Though, he didn't. He couldn't understand when she plagued his every thought. It was wrong that how she felt about him affected his mood,not to mention his health. But he could not help it.*
"Take the carriage, I will stay."
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 13, 2008 9:34:24 GMT -5
*Saying nothing, Rebecca went in the carriage and returned to the estate. Packing a few things, she soon departed and left no evidence of her intended destination. Nothing but a note for Philippe.*
I will return. R.
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Post by Philippe on Feb 13, 2008 9:37:19 GMT -5
*Philippe, once returned to the Estate quickly read the note. Breathing slowly he calmly walked to his study and slammed the door.*
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