|
Post by Sorelli on Mar 22, 2008 10:54:04 GMT -5
*Her eyes fluttered closed as she mumbled a bit more*
"...love you..."
|
|
|
Post by Philippe on Mar 22, 2008 11:11:01 GMT -5
*Philippe froze. She had said it, and he did not know how to respond. He just felt numb, it was as if he could not summon any emotion. But he had when he thought she was dead. Did that then mean that he did, deep down still love her?*
"Sleep."
*He moved away from the bed and slumped into an armchair but the fire. If the events at the Operahouse had not occured would she be his wife? Would then, he have loved her how he did Rebecca?.*
"I can think it, but I cannot see it."
*He muttered to the fire.*
"I cannot see."
|
|
|
Post by Sorelli on Mar 22, 2008 17:57:31 GMT -5
*Sorelli slept deeply, her body taking over as the healing process started. She rested as comfortably as one with a battered body could, though at some points during her rest she murmured or shivered in her sleep, memories of recent trama intruding.
Some time much later, she slowly awoke, finding herself in a strange room. Her eyes searched about frantically, until she saw Philippe over by the fire. She heaved a sigh of relief*
"Don't get too lost in the flame." She said weakly.
|
|
|
Post by Philippe on Mar 22, 2008 18:02:47 GMT -5
*Philippe turned back to her and smiled.*
"I shall not."
*He was relieved to see her colour return a little to her. He glanced into her face for a moment before he moved his gaze away.*
"What must I do Angel?"
|
|
|
Post by Sorelli on Mar 22, 2008 18:07:00 GMT -5
*She shivered a little, her mind momentarily casting back to recent events*
"I don't know. He'll tell to all that Jude is...is mine and yours. And...and..."
*She looked away for a moment*
"I still love you."
|
|
|
Post by Philippe on Mar 22, 2008 18:09:47 GMT -5
"She left."
*He shook his head, ignoring his blurring vision.*
"I loved her so, and she left."
*Everyone did, in the end. Humans were not meant to stay together, he thought. It was wrong to attempt it.*
|
|
|
Post by Sorelli on Mar 22, 2008 18:22:06 GMT -5
"Oh...I'm sorry, Philippe..."
*She swallowed*
"It's...not because of me, is it?"
*She didn't like the thought of being the cause behind a relationship ending.*
|
|
|
Post by Philippe on Mar 22, 2008 18:29:30 GMT -5
*He was silent for a long moment.*
"No, it was my mistake."
*He let out a long breath.*
"The fault was all mine. Do not worry."
|
|
|
Post by Sorelli on Mar 22, 2008 18:38:49 GMT -5
"I hope so. I don't want to responsible for such a thing..."
*She sighed*
"How...how is Jude?"
|
|
|
Post by Philippe on Mar 22, 2008 18:40:58 GMT -5
*Philippe nodded slowly.*
"He is well, he is enjoying the freedom. I got him a dog."
*He smiled to himself.*
"He loves it."
|
|
|
Post by Sorelli on Mar 22, 2008 18:44:30 GMT -5
*She smiled, giving a little nod*
"I'm glad to hear that. He deserves to everything we can give."
*She winced a bit as she tried to shift her position, leaning back onto the bed with a sigh*
|
|
|
Post by Philippe on Mar 22, 2008 18:47:24 GMT -5
*Philippe moved forwards.*
"Are you in great pain?"
|
|
|
Post by Sorelli on Mar 22, 2008 18:56:55 GMT -5
*She gave him a watery smile*
"Only a little. I shouldn't have moved..."
|
|
|
Post by Philippe on Mar 22, 2008 18:59:41 GMT -5
*Philippe reached over to a drawer and took out a flask of brandy.*
"Here, it will help."
*It would help her forget if nothing else.*
|
|
|
Post by Sorelli on Mar 22, 2008 19:25:22 GMT -5
*There was a momentary flash of surprise on her face, but she took the offered flask and had a little drink. She coughed a bit, having mostly been drinking light sorts of things and her tolerance for heavier had worn off a bit*
"There was a time when I wouldn't have reacted to it that way."
|
|