pretty bird (wide_eyed) wrote in unforgivenrpg, @ 2010-12-13 17:51:00 |
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It was cold, the air nipping at the the tips of her fingers, the end of her nose. She merely did not want to go home and so instead sat, in the thick jacket wrapped around her shoulders, her scarf tight around her neck nearly pulled up to her mouth. Her face felt hard, not in expression but from the crystallized water heavy on her cheeks. Rubbing the butt of her palm hard against her cheek she looked out over the small path and her eyes caught on an older couple; they sat but a few benches down, they were talking to a young man with a dog. It seemed so simple, an ordinary action, minus the way the wife's hand was almost nonchalantly wrapped around her husband's, as if nothing unique or wonderful was going on. It was a simple touch and it nearly renewed her tears. Yesterday she hardly would have noticed, today...today everything was different. Today she had gone to Mungo's and her life was forever up-heaved. It'd hardly been at all! It seemed completely unlikely! The chances... And it wasn't just yesterday it could not have been more then the first or second time... A hand rose up to rub at her arm vigorously trying to contain the cold. She hardly felt pregnant. She hadn't had any of the symptoms previously mentioned. She had even had what she thought was her monthly. Yet here she was, pregnant, seventeen; sure she was engaged but he was having an affair and while he liked having sex with her she doubted... Silas moved to run a hand through her hair fighting off the thoughts. However she felt it wasn't reciprocated and now she was pregnant. Her only hope was she wouldn't stay so for long, maybe quietly take care of it before anyone found out. She never thought she'd be that person, she didn't want to be that person but....She didn't want to be that Death Eater bride and mother either. Regardless if her father and her cousin and the man she loved was-- she wouldn't be. She wouldn't sell into it. She couldn't. Now she just needed to figure out how not too. |