A Heavy Heart

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is a story of two people who could not be together because of the society that they live in. It captures the scenery of 18th century England and the pain and heart ache that comes with sacrifices made for other people.

Submitted: April 15, 2013

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“Will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?” Lavinia glanced down momentarily; she was of course flattered. She would not have hesitated had not her head and her heart told her two different things. Her head was saying, “Come now you foolish girl, marry him or forever wish you had.” But, she knew that that was not true her heart was saying “How can you hesitate, you know where your heart lies, do not deceive yourself by doing this.

“I will not waste my time by asking you again, Lavinia. Will you marry me?” Silence.

“From the moment I laid eyes on you at my dear brother’s ball, I knew that I wanted to be your lifelong partner. I am now here to claim you.”

Lavinia was stunned; she had always hated men who treated women like a mere piece of property, something to be bought not cherished, playthings that are thrown aside as soon as they lose interest. She feared this would happen if she accepted him. At last, she gave an answer.

“Sir, I am flattered truly,” She began.

“Go on,” answered Edwin.

“I can honestly say that I am not in the least surprised that you have offered me marriage.” Yes, I love capturing men’s hearts- and women’s, she thought.

“Therefore, I accept. Thank you and good day.” She ran swiftly through the room, and headed for the cliffs. She was in desperate need of fresh air and exercise and a long walk would surely suffice.

The rough waves crashed against the rocks with such anger and brutality. Rain spilled from the air like a never ending waterfall and the wind whistled through the sky. This was Lavinia’s paradise. She had been walking for at least an hour when the sky suddenly changed. The clouds parted like curtains separating on a frosty November morning.  Light shone from the sky, it seemed as if the heavens were opening. Lavinia collapsed onto the soft green grass closed her eyes and let her thoughts wander.

She thought of what Clara would say, how she would feel, and what she would do.  Perhaps she would not be angry- which would cause Lavinia all the more despair and heartache, even though she had the power to avoid any of this. It was so still and silent now, her deep breaths overpowered the gale. She appeared as though she was mourning someone’s death, and in reality she was- the death of her love.

All of Lavinia’s worst traits disappeared within an hour. She no longer felt obnoxious, spoilt, immature or self- centred. She could only think of Clara, and how she would feel. Walking unsteadily she headed for the cottage.

A quaint little cottage, with chipped blue stone and small blue shutters that swung back and forth in the gust of wind. It had ivory doors with a glistening blue handle. The waves were closing in now and a flock of seagulls cloaked the sky. From afar the cottage looked like a wonderland. Footsteps echoed through the cottage,

and Lavinia gasped for this would be the moment when all would be revealed. All of

the secrets and all of the untruths would see the open like captive hawks into the

 

daylight here was their hideaway, a safe haven that only they knew about.

“Hello!” shouted Lavinia.

There was no answer. Above all things Lavinia had done this had to be the worst, but the truest to herself.

“How happy I am to see you. Where have you been? You look exhausted” exclaimed Clara.

“I am so sorry, Clara. Truly I am. I do not know what came over me,” Lavinia collapsed into Clara’s arms in a faint. The shutters on the windows banged in unison as if a volley of muskets had been fired. The savage wind howled a deafening cry. Lavinia awoke to the noise of crackling; she gazed into the fire and thought of what could have been. The flames danced joyfully and Lavinia’s eyes started to water from the burning stare of the fire and what she had committed herself to. Perhaps she could just stay here forever and grow old. How simple things could be with just the two of them. They were like two halves of the same soul. Her eyelids grew heavy, what would become of them now? She thought.

Clara dashed in with a blanket and a hot cup of tea “Oh! You are awake.”

“Yes. Clara, I need to tell you something. I have accepted Edwin’s proposal”

Clara stared at the ground vacantly, this was hard to process.

“ You accepted?”

“Don’t you see what would have happened to me, of us if I declined Clara?  Do you know what they would do?”

The wind wailed and for a moment Lavinia feared that it might have been Edwin looking for her. Clara breathless, burst into tears and ran into the other room.


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