Behind the Eyes

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
Jaded Anabelle must accompany her sister to London, will Gregory win her heart and show her that love still exists?

Submitted: December 01, 2015

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Behind the Eyes

Year 1818

“I don’t understand why I have to go to London with you.” Anabelle argued with her sister Melanie. “Because it is the season! Everyone from everywhere is going to be there. I want to dance the night away with a handsome officer; oh can you imagine!” she exclaimed as she was trying to load as many dresses as she could into her trunk. “You still did not answer my question of why I am the one taking you”, Anabelle said as she walked to their vanity to pick out jewelry. “Why do you not want to go with me? You are an acceptable escort being a widow and all, and I would much rather have you as company than some maid who is going to bore me the whole time and not let me enjoy myself”.

Anabelle sighed as she could indeed imagine her sister being swept off her feet by some officer who pretends to be a gentleman for the evening. Her sister was very beautiful, sixteen, and very naive. She had the same light yellow hair as her, and a heart shaped face full of energy at every hour of the day. Her brother would always tease them when they were younger calling them not by their names, but rather “blue eyes” or “green eyes” because that was the only obvious difference in their looks. Other than their age that is but then what kind of brother would he be if he didn’t want to be teasing them constantly? Anabelle used to be close to her brother since they were so near in age, him being twenty-nine at the moment and her at age twenty-seven, but he had gotten married recently and therefore made a new and happy life. Which was very happy indeed considering that his wife was of a certain condition again. She decided she would write a letter to him before they left for London tomorrow.

 

Gregory Bartram was getting more and more agitated as the day was progressing which was very unlike him. Normally he would be in nothing but a cheery mood, but his mother was constantly pestering him on the fact of his marital status. “Can you please just obey your dear mother who as always loved and cared for you and just go to London? You are almost thirty for heaven’s sake! And do not say yes and just spend all your time at those distasteful clubs you men go to. I want you to find a wife. Good enough to be a viscountess.” “I do too mother. In good time.” “Well make that time now and accept this invitation to Ms. Martin’s ball. It is apparently a betrothal ball. An engagement before the season even starts, can you believe that! I believe she married someone you went to school with.” “Yes, Tom Linton.” “Then you must accept.” Gregory sighed and finally acknowledged that fact that his mother always got her way, “Alright I’ll go to London for the ball, but only for Tom”. He turned and saw his mother’s smile. Gregory couldn’t help but smile back and then left to go pack. Before dinner, he decided to write a letter to Tom and another to his friend Harry in order to obtain his company and hopefully a room at which to stay at.

 

The Parkers were so happy when Anabelle and Melanie finally arrived in London. Anabelle immediately opened the carriage door to run and give her aunt a hug. She didn’t enjoy the idea of attending all those balls and parties in London, but she did love her aunt and uncle dearly. They had already received invitations to a number of balls. Melanie decided she wanted to go to Ms. Martin’s ball the next evening in hopes of good luck that maybe she too would be engaged by the end of the season. She was so thrilled she carried enough excitement for both of them.

Harry slapped Gregory on the back as he welcomed him inside. “Gregory it’s so good to see you!” “I am very grateful for your accommodations in allowing me to stay with you, for some of the season at least. You are attending Tom’s engagement ball tomorrow evening are you not?” “Of course!” “Very well, we shall both have to be the most charming of gentleman there,” Gregory laughed as they went to the card room.

“So why is it you were so reluctant to come Greg? You always seem to enjoy the Season. Or at least the women of the season,” Harry said with a wink. “I do not know. I like women but perhaps I am tired of the kind of silly girls that attend these balls and parties.” Gregory had not really thought about his sudden disagreement with being social. It is true he always went to seasons in the past; he danced, he laughed, he dallied, he joined in conversation, but he never felt captivated by any women. They all flocked to him mostly because of his title and good looks he supposed but none of them would truly try to get to know him. He didn’t want to just marry some silly pretty girl he met at a ball. He wanted to fall in love. His grandparents had married for love; he saw the affection that had lasted a lifetime and has wanted it ever since. He didn’t confide all of this to Harry, but kept it to himself. A man looking for love? Women were the silly ones to believe in love. At least that’s what he heard all the men say while he was at school or at the clubs. “Good luck next time old friend,” Gregory said as he showed his winning hand of the cards and left the table to try and get some sleep.

 

Anabelle was not looking forward to the ball one bit. She pulled on her violet dress and tied a dark green ribbon under the bosom of the dress to compliment her eyes. She’d already been through all of this; the balls, the parties, the silly young girls with the men pretending to care. She’d already made her mistake and she didn’t want to be there to witness her sister make one too. The officers sure look dashing in there red uniform ready for any danger and to protect the women, but the men only want women for one thing and it has nothing to do with protection. “What do you think?” Melanie grinned as she presented herself to her sister in her new white dress that was decorated with light pink flowers and a pink ribbon to match. Her hair was pulled up with small curls around her temples. She looked like a young flower ready to bloom, ready for her first ball at her debut season. “You look lovely Melanie,” Anabelle smiled and kissed her cheek.

They arrived at the ball to find other guests talking to one another and drinking punch. A lady was playing the piano forte while a couple of guests enjoyed. Anabelle and Melanie went to the hostess to politely thank her for the invitation and offer their congratulations of the engagement. Anabelle noticed two gentleman that were also offering their congratulations to the soon to be groom which seemed to have already been of a close acquaintance. Mr. Linton introduced his fiancé to the gentlemen. “My dear! Ladies,” he said as he bowed his head slightly, “These are friends of mine from college. Lord Bartram, Earl of Merton, and Lord Robinson, Viscount of Herndon”. “Thank you so much for coming and giving us the pleasure of your company,” Ms. Martin replied to the gentlemen. “This is Ms. May, and her sister Ms. Cox”. The dark haired one that Mr. Linton introduced as the Earl of Merton asked if Anabelle would be so kind to save a dance with him. Immediately following his friend the blonde Viscount asked for the same pleasure but with Melanie. Both sisters smiled and agreed to the dances and then the gentlemen went their separate way for the time being. “A dance already!” Melanie cried to her sister with excitement. Anabelle laughed and simply said, “I suppose so.”  

 

Curious that the sisters did not share the same last name, Gregory thought. The older one must have been married once since there was no ring on her finger. There was something about her that made her stand out from all the other women taking up the space of the ballroom. Out of manners and curiosity he asked her to dance, knowing his friend would be polite enough to ask her younger sister, a ball of energy, to dance with him. He thought if he remembered correctly, she had green eyes. He had rarely seen any women with green eyes. But it wasn’t just that they were green. There was something hidden behind them that for some reason he wanted to set free.

The next dance was going to be a waltz. Out of all the dances, of course she was going to have to waltz.  The Earl of Merton was walking towards her to claim his dance. She heard his friend call him Gregory. It suited him well she thought, with his dark brown hair and eyes. Simple, yet elegant. Everyone cheered and clapped as the betrothed couple was the first on the floor. “Ms. May, may I have this dance,” he asked her with laughing eyes. Oh, very clever, she’s never heard that one before. “Of course,” she replied while laying her hand over his as he escorted her to the dance floor. Anabelle kept her hand in his as his other hand came around her waist; it was all too close for comfort for her. All the sudden the small orchestra of strings started to play and they were moving across the floor as if they had done this one hundred times together. She didn’t try to make any conversation to the dance even though it was the most private dance there was. Anabelle allowed him to graciously move her across the floor, while he looked into her eyes, until they had somehow waltzed out of the French doors and onto the balcony.

“What a cool night out don’t you agree?” Lord Bartram asked her. “I suppose this is where I agree and you talk about the weather this morning and ponder about the upcoming weather for tomorrow.” She was almost sorry for her foolish outburst, but then he had a great burst of laughter and she laughed along with him too. “Ms. May, I have never met any such women to actually speak their own mind.” “Well, why shouldn’t I? It’s not as if I am fawning over you trying to impress you with every word that comes out of my mouth.” Anabelle really did not know why should was speaking so frankly to him. He was a Lord though she was not speaking to him as such.

 

 “Since we are giving no politeness to our conversation, perhaps I may ask why your last name is not the same as your sisters.” Gregory asked boldly but on the inside cringed at how rude it came across. “I was married and still keep his name,” she retorted. Ah, so there it was; she was a widow just as he thought. “So what happened to Mr. May?” “Oh, you men and your absurd duels.” She was responding to him but looking back into the ballroom, probably trying to keep an eye out for her sister. He raised his eye brows when she turned back towards him. She sighed and continued, “He gambled a lot and didn’t want to pay back what was due. My husband was foolish enough to challenge the man to a duel and lost.” Strange such an event should have a dreadful impact, but he didn’t see any such emotions on her face or in her words. “I am sorry for your loss. Most duels are only to scare and possibly injure, but rarely do they kill.” She touched her dress as if to press any nonexistent wrinkles out of it. “Yes well, it was years ago. I have put it behind me.” So sad to see such a lovely woman not love. Surely if she had loved him she would still be in a mournful state. “I should get back to my sister,” Ms. May said while looking back to the ballroom and then at him. “Yes of course, sorry to keep you outside for so long, even if it is a cool night.” He noticed she couldn’t help but smile and he gave her his arm to escort her back inside.

 

“Oh Anabelle look at all these flowers!” Melanie exclaimed as they walked into the sitting room the next morning. Anabelle was not very shocked at all the admirers her sister had attracted. Her sister had danced almost every set with a different gentleman while Anabelle had kept company with her aunt, except for the brief moment she was with Lord Bartram. She couldn’t remember the last time she let someone make her laugh like that and not care about the typical propriety of conversational topics. But is that not just what men do? Charm women into thinking that they are different from all the others. How foolish could she be? There was a tap on the door as the butler announced the two gentlemen walking into the room, “Lord Bartram, Earl of Merton, and Lord Robinson, Viscount of Herndon”. The two gentlemen bowed as the ladies curtsied. “Please have a seat while I ring for tea,” Anabelle said. “What a delight to see you both, my Lord,” Melanie remarked to Lord Robinson. “The pleasure is all ours let us assure you,” he said smiling back at her. All Anabelle wanted to do was roll her eyes, but she kept her manners and just smiled at the two and then glanced at Lord Bartram who held his hat with his hands clasped behind his back smiling at her. She almost blushed! What a silly thing to do. She hurried to the door as soon as the tea arrived and began to pour for the four of them and offered the biscuits as she assured them they were the best she’s ever had. “I will have to take you up on that Ms. May”, Lord Bartram countered, “My cook makes excellent biscuits also, but my grandmother…her biscuits were straight from heaven itself.” They all laughed as they took a bite and sipped their tea.

 

Mrs. Parker came into the room and bowed. Gregory had been introduced to her last night at the ball. He took his chance to talk to Anabelle quietly, now that there was someone else to chaperone after Melanie. “Ms. May, will you do me the pleasure of showing me around the grounds? I thought I saw a garden just around to the back. I pondered last night about the weather today hoping it would be perfect for a morning stroll.” Well. Melanie looked at her with big eyes as if silently urging her to of course say yes. “I would love to, Lord Bartram”. She said it with a smile but questioned his motives. Why out of all those women did he pick her to come and see the day after the ball? She was a widow, practically a spinster! She already knew her fate and accepted the life of spinsterhood that was going to become of her. She walked with him outside and went around to the back of the house where the rest of their property expanded and a garden grew.

“I see your friend has taken a liking to my sister, Lord Bartram.” He laughed, “Maybe he came along to support me while I take a liking to you”. She couldn’t help but gape at the statement he just proclaimed. “But perhaps you are right. He seems to like her company and I daresay she likes his. Do you approve?” “I know nothing about Lord Robinson, therefore there is nothing to approve or disapprove of. I have only noticed his kind words and manners, in which others seem to lack.” “You speak of yourself?” Wow he was daring; did he really just say that to her? Yet she was actually enjoying herself immensely, she couldn’t help but grin and she noticed how his eyes smiled back. Could eyes do that? Smile? Somehow his did, and she couldn’t help but like him for it. “How are you liking the Season so far, Ms. May?”  “I came for my sister for her come out season. She had to beg until I finally accepted my fate to be drawn back here.” “You do not like London?” he asked with his eyebrows pushed together. “Oh I love the beauty of London and the shops and entertainment, but I prefer to not be in London during Season when the only thought through everyone’s mind is who they are going to impress and marry or match-make others.” “I see”. “And are you enjoying the Season Lord Bartram?” she asked in return. “I too was forced, but by my mother. As you said the Season is known for making people fall in love and marry off.” “I didn’t say they fall in love I said they try to impress, charm, like you for instance.” She raised her eyebrows at him accusingly but was still smiling. “Oh I see, you think I am not being genuine.” He sighed and hung his head. “What is a gentlemen to do? One cannot be kindhearted for they are accused of being a charmer and one cannot dally with every women lest they be called a rake.” She did not have a witty remark; that was a first.

 

They walked in silence for a few minutes, looking at the nature around them. What had he said that made her all the sudden quiet. He was only teasing her. Was her husband not genuine maybe? He must have been a liar. No gambling man tells his wife how far into the grave he has put them into. He was sorry he caused this awkwardness. She had put her wall back up that he had been slowly but surely breaking down. Why was he doing that? Trying to break down her wall that is. Why should he care if she is happy or not? “What do you do when you are not in London, Lord Bartram?” She shattered his thoughts as he recollected what she just asked. “I run my estates, ride my horse, play cards with Harry, Lord Robinson that is. Take to the company of my mother.” “You do not have a steward to run the books for you?” “I do, I just like to look at them myself from time to time. Make sure everything is in order. What are your accomplishments Ms. May? You yourself said you are not very sociable.” “That is true. I do like to go to the theatre though time from time. I write to my brother and visit his growing family.” He pointed to a bench signaling to sit together for a moment after walking for so long. “I like to play the piano forte”. “Oh you must show me! When we return perhaps?” “Perhaps.” They were talking but she still had that guard behind her eyes.

 

 “Why is it you chose to come here today if not for your friend Lord Robinson?” By her tone he felt like he was in trouble. “I enjoyed your company last night and hoped you would accept my company today. Do you not enjoy my company Ms. May?”  Oh dear, he sounded like a wounded puppy Anabelle thought. He didn’t deserve this from her, but she felt like she didn’t deserve him. Maybe it would be good to make him not want to come back. Yet she did like his company. Why was she trying to push him away? So she wouldn’t get hurt again? Can’t he go charm some other women? She sighed and smiled, she wasn’t ready to be rid of him yet. “I do enjoy your company, and I am sorry for my attitude. Shall we return to the house?”

 

He felt her relax which made him feel better. He was looking forward to hearing her play the piano forte with her long thin fingers. He didn’t understand this pull to her; all the sudden wanting to be near her. When they arrived at the house, Harry got up from his seat and greeted them. “Gregory! I have just asked Ms. Cox if she would like to accompany me to the theatre tonight; would you and Ms. May like to join us?” He looked at Ms. May and she smiled, so he accepted the invitation and offered to bring his carriage at eight o’clock to escort both the ladies. “Ms. May has promised to pleasure us with her excellent skills at the piano forte”, he said grinning. “I did not say I was excellent I said I enjoyed playing,” Ms. May laughed while walking towards the piano. “Oh Anabelle is excellent though!” her sister Melanie exclaimed. She seemed to always be exclaiming everything she said. Anabelle, so that was her name. She played most gracefully and when she started to sing, it was one of the most beautiful voices he’d ever heard. He would never tire from hearing that lovely voice. When she finished they all clapped and without looking up, she did a small bow almost as if she were embarrassed when there was nothing to be embarrassed about. He was immensely looking forward to this evening already.

 

Anabelle was surprised by the happiness and excitement she felt. She donned on a pale green dress with a white ribbon and white gloves to match. She had her maid do her hair and fix the little curls about her temples. Oh she felt so foolish. She was acting like a little school girl! But why couldn’t she be happy? Maybe (and this was a big maybe), maybe he really was different and being genuine. Was she so naïve to think so? Even so, she had been through this before, therefore would see the signs and know. She was an experienced woman now, not some fifteen year old girl obsessed with an attractive uniformed man. Melanie noticed Anabelle’s happiness and was constantly teasing her. That was what siblings were for though, to tease and confide in.

All four made it to the theatre in a mannerly time. Lord Bartram was looking more handsome than ever in his black and white attire. The theatre was packed with the timing being the season and all. They shook hands of many acquaintances and joined many conversations before finally settling in their seats.  Being an Earl and Viscount, the gentlemen were able to acquire box seats for the four of them. Lord Bartram seemed to be enjoying himself. He was very comfortable in the social setting which only made sense since everyone loved him. Perhaps that was why she didn’t trust him so easily. Could someone really be that amazing and kind to everyone and everyone love them in return? He had mentioned that he had been forced here though. Anabelle decided to start the conversation. “It does not seem like you were forced to be here.” “I wasn’t forced. I quite enjoy the theatre and company of my friend, Lord Robinson.” She laughed, “I meant London. You said you were forced to come here.” Without looking at her he replied to her real question, “Oh yes, that is true. I have liked coming to the season of London in the past but I realized I had been meeting the same types of girls over and over. Just out of the school room, no real opinions, charmed by my money but not the real me. I have now met someone that is quite different. Someone with experience, someone who does not care what others think of herself, someone who cares not for me but instead is trying to push me away.” He finally looked at her with those smiling eyes and said, “That is why I am enjoying myself more than ever.” She didn’t say anything in response to that so he continued. “I idolized my grandparents when I was young. I spent a lot of my time with them. I loved my parents but I honored the love that my grandparents showed to each other. Not many people understand love, and I am waiting for someone who does.” With that he turned away and the play began. Oh dear oh dear. He is trying to make her fall in love with him? Well that could not happen. She supposed some people made their marriage work, but she had not seen or understood this love he talked about. Anabelle experienced love and it only gave her pain. She doesn’t believe in love anymore. Anabelle heard her sister giggle about something with Lord Robinson and hoped that maybe she was wrong, for her sister’s sake.

Lord Bartram and Lord Robinson escorted the two ladies home after the play and said a fond farewell to each. But before doing so, Lord Robinson asked Melanie if she would have the pleasure of taking his curricle for a ride tomorrow at Hyde Park with him. “What a splendid idea!” Lord Bartram said, “Ms. May you must come with me in my curricle for I will die of loneliness without company in the absence of Lord Robinson.  The two ladies agreed, and the two gentlemen left. “Oh what a great night! Do you not agree Anabelle? I daresay, Lord Bartram has taken a fancy to you. And I will be getting a proposal any day now.” She laughed and Anabelle couldn’t help but laugh with her. “You are such a silly girl.” She paused and asked, “Do you really like Lord Robinson?” “Yes! He is so kind and thoughtful. Did you know he let me use is quizzing glass so I could see all the beautiful dresses of the guests? But then, he told me mine was by far the most beautiful!” Melanie was head over heels for Lord Robinson it seemed.

 

Why her, she had asked. It was a good question. He had given her an answer yet he didn’t really know the answer himself. He practically had said he was in love with her, or trying to make her love him? Something to that effect. Did he love her? Curious sure, but love? Love was something unexplainable and built over time was it not? One thing he knew, if there was any chance for him to be near her, he was going to take it; Harry seemed to be helping since he was smitten with Ms. Cox.

 He pulled up in his curricle behind Harry and the two women came out to greet them. He almost could not differentiate between the two with both of their figures and hair so similar and both wearing bonnets shielding their faces from the sun, but once Ms. May came near him, he smiled and she also smiled in return. She looked relaxed and happy this fine morning. “Hello there Lord Bartram, she said as she bowed her head.” “Hello Ms. May,” he replied with a tip on the hat. She came to sit next to him, after waving a goodbye to her aunt, and they were off on their adventure. Not really and adventure, since it would be watching other passengers and greeting many acquaintances, but with her he craved adventure. “Tell me Ms. May, when was the last time you had the luxury of taking a ride around Hyde Park?” “I can’t remember, actually. It is so crowded around this time of the year.” “Yes, I suppose it is one of the main attractions of London during the season.” He didn’t like small talk very much with her. He liked talking to her about anything, but he knew there was just so much more to her. “When was the last time you came to London?” he decided to ask. “About two years ago when I came to visit my Aunt and Uncle; I love them dearly,” she answered genuinely. He had an idea all of the sudden but was very nervous, “Perhaps you could come to dinner tonight and invite them? The invitation extends to your sister as well of course.” “I shall ask if they have any prior engagement.” That was that. He was going to be nervous the whole rest of the day now awaiting her answer. They went around the perimeter of the park twice and then decided to leave since it was nearing lunch. Gregory and Anabelle arrived to the house first with Harry and Melanie following behind them. Gregory waited in the parlor room while Anabelle went to ask her aunt about dinner this evening. When she came back into the room and told him that they had accepted he finally felt like he could breathe again. The gentlemen left the women to go horrify their cook that there were to be guests for dinner on such short notice.

 

Anabelle was working with her needle and threads while a gentleman, which name escaped her, was calling upon Melanie. She poured them tea and then let them have their space. She was not going to be one of those chaperones that were practically breathing down your neck the whole time. He sounded rather boring but Melanie was being polite and always had enough energy to fill up a room by herself. Eventually he left and Anabelle asked Melanie what she thought of him. “He was kind.” Anabelle raised her eyebrows surprised that her sister composed such a short sentence which certainly meant she wasn’t interested. “He isn’t Lord Robinson,” Melanie said with a sigh and she sprawled across the sofa. Anabelle laughed; there was her sister. “Lord Robinson is so much fun and makes me laugh! And he is such a gentlemen. Did you know he offered to buy me a parasol so I would not have to hide my gorgeous hair?” “And did you tell him that you indeed already owned such an object?” Melanie laughed, “I did! And he insisted that from now going forward, I must never wear my bonnet but always bring my parasol so he can look upon me fully. Is not that the sweetest statement a man has ever said?” She thought back on last night at what Lord Bartram had said to her, “That is why I am enjoying myself more than ever.” Because he met her. That was probably the sweetest statement she ever heard a man say, and remembering it made her heart feel light. She knew she should push these feelings away but it was too late for that. If she was going to get hurt again she would surely never set eyes on another man ever again.

 

Gregory was looking forward to dinner tonight but felt like he would not be able to take one bite. Is that what love did to you? Harry’s cook was not very happy with Gregory but she prepared an excellent meal none the less. Everyone joined in excellent conversation and seemed to be enjoying themselves. After the fourth course Mr. and Mrs. Parker took their leave but insisted that the young people stay for it was still very early in the evening. They all four sat in the parlor room talking until he finally gathered enough courage to ask Anabelle to talk to him alone. “Ms. May, Harry has a grand library here, would you like to see it?” “That sounds lovely,” she replied and gave her sister a stare as if to say “be good” before they left the room. “Are you enjoying yourself here?” he asked after showing her about the library. “Yes I am, thank you.” She was always so honest and abrupt with her answers he noticed. “I’ve noticed how you’ve changed, thank you for giving me a chance.” She pretended to be looking into a book. “I’m sure it must be difficult after being married and with one man for so long. How long were you married?” “Eight years.” He said nothing. She closed the book and set it on the table. He could tell she was finally going to give in. “I had my debut season when I was fifteen, typical for a girl my age. Also typical for a girl to fall head over heels for those officers dressed in red. Also typical for a girl that age to know nothing of men.” He could tell he was not going to like what he was going to hear from the tone of her voice. “I was immediately impressed by William. I fell in love with him, we married, and I thought he loved me too. Our first year of marriage was like most others, I suppose. Everything was going great. We laughed with each other, enjoyed each other, and went to social events together; but after that, he started growing more and more distant. He would go to these clubs men go to and start gambling and drinking. After another year I found out that he also had had mistresses. I know that this is something many men do that society just shies away from, or pretends it does not exist. Society makes us women as if we are not supposed to have feelings. I did have feelings though, and I thought he did too. I pleaded with him and tried to help, but everything just got worse and worse. Eventually, someone was threatening him with his dues and since William didn’t have the money, he decided on a duel.” Gregory felt like he had been slammed in the chest. How could a man treat such a women with no respect? “What happened after the duel?” He asked. “William’s second came and told me the news. He also told me that the opponent said that William’s life was payment enough for his debts.” “I am sorry you were treated in such a horrendous fashion.” “It is what happens to many women. I was foolish enough to believe that love existed but I am older now and have learned much.” “Anabelle, one man not showing love does not mean that love does not exist.” She did not comment or show any anger towards him using her Christian name without his permission. “Perhaps it means it is hard to find, and even harder to keep.”

 

How could he say something so sweet and romantic? She almost felt like she was going to cry. Anabelle never cried anymore, or was ever so personal with anyone. She liked the sound of her name on his lips; she didn’t even deny it. She still wasn’t replying, it seemed she had her fair share of the conversation, so he continued. “Let me show you what love could be.” She finally looked up at him. In those soft beautiful eyes of his that showed his compassion for her. “I love you Anabelle. I want to always be near you and always try to make you happy. When you allow yourself to smile it lights up the room, and when you laugh it lights up my heart.” Anabelle could feel hot salt running over her cheeks. Did she deserve this? Could she ever deserve him? Maybe she could try. Maybe she could give love a second chance. “Anabelle,” he whispered while he held her hands in his own, “will you be my best friend and my love?” “Yes,” she heard herself say. Then with more confidence and certainty, she finally let herself go. “Yes Gregory, I want to be near you, always near your love.” She collapsed into a hug with him as he held her close and kissed her lips passionately knowing he would never tire of her. She looked into his smiling eyes and laughed. She felt free, really free. Free to live and love as she pleased, and she could not be any happier.


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