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Post by Philippe on Feb 15, 2008 15:07:21 GMT -5
*Philippe sat, an empty bottle of brandy in front of him. He was fast asleep.*
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 15, 2008 15:30:42 GMT -5
*Rebecca, with Mona the Double-Crossing Wench 's help upon her return, had procured a simple maid's uniform. With a work-cap set low on her head, few recognized the newly-installed mistress of the house as she crept about with a coal scuttle, ostensibly building fires. She paused at the library door for a moment before she entered. She stared at Philippe for a long while, her heart breaking with her disappointment in him. At last she turned her back upon him, quietly shook some more coals upon the glowing fire in the grate, and left the room.*
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Post by Philippe on Feb 15, 2008 15:34:29 GMT -5
*Philippe blearily opened his eyes. Someone had lit a fire. Yawning he pulled himself upwards.*
"Breakfast I think."
*He reached over and opened another bottle.*
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 15, 2008 15:41:32 GMT -5
*Attired in full navy blue travel dress, her dark brown curls which were in an elegant upsweep under her hat and veil, Rebecca appeared once more in the doorway, tugging off her gloves one finger at a time.*
"Don't you dare, Philippe de Chagny," *she said, nothing but stern ice in her voice alongside her very great disappointment as she spoke to him for the first time in four months.*
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Post by Philippe on Feb 15, 2008 15:44:40 GMT -5
*Philippe dropped the bottle. The mixture spilled over the floor. He gazed at her, caught between shame and relief.*
"You came back!"
*He slurred.*
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 15, 2008 15:52:04 GMT -5
"Oh, for God's sake," *she whispered, averting her eyes to the ceiling, partly to hide the tears that sprang to her eyes and partly to avoid having to look at him in this state.*
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Post by Philippe on Feb 15, 2008 15:54:08 GMT -5
"I am sorry."
*Philippe pressed his hands to his face.*
"I cannot ask for forgiveness again."
*He stood and staggered towards the door.*
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 15, 2008 16:00:10 GMT -5
*She closed her eyes and nodded, trying to keep back the tears that threatened.*
"Then I cannot forgive you..." *she whispered.*
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Post by Philippe on Feb 15, 2008 16:04:18 GMT -5
*Philippe sunk down towards the door.*
"I thought to numb you from me, but I could not. You are so much a part of me that I cannot cut you out."
*He was calm, far calmer than he felt.*
"I shall not apologise for that."
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 15, 2008 16:09:57 GMT -5
"I cannot be so much a part of you, Philippe. If separation causes you to lose control like this--I think it would be best to end things. I cannot bear being with you if I know that I'm the only thing keeping you from falling into madness!" *she cried.* "It's too much!"
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Post by Philippe on Feb 15, 2008 16:16:04 GMT -5
*It was as if a lead weight had dropped in his stomach. He knew that the truth would not appease her and it killed him. But he could not let her go. Even if, she...didn't love him as he did her the idea of her presense gone...He would kill himself, it was simple.
He did not wish to die. *
"I will try..."
*He could pretend, he had before. It seemed a long way off. But he would do it, he had to. He swallowed, suddenly very sober.*
"I will show you I can do it."
*He would be indifferent, he would show her that she did not want what she was asking.*
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 15, 2008 16:18:07 GMT -5
*She sat down in a chair near the fire, the weariness of traveling in her condition and state of mental disturbance suddenly overwhelming her.*
"It's too much...all of this is too fast," *she whispered, beginning to cry.* "I love you, Philippe, but I'm just so frightened of it all."
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Post by Philippe on Feb 15, 2008 16:21:00 GMT -5
*Philippe nodded.*
"I understand."
*He didn't. Still, he knew how to behave, how he should behave.*
"You should rest, you must be tired."
*He breathed out.*
"Can I bring you anything?"
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 15, 2008 16:22:10 GMT -5
"No...thank you. I should...I should go to bed," *she said, standing unsteadily and leaving the room to go upstairs.*
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Post by Philippe on Feb 15, 2008 16:27:02 GMT -5
*Philippe watched her leave. He could do this if it was he wish. Sighing he rubbed his forehead, he could feel the beginnings of a headache.*
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