Beauty (i_tame) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2015-03-22 20:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | charlie crews, honour bellaforte, zz:status complete |
Respects (Charlie)
The City had told her during one of their night talks - when she spoke in the velvet darkness blanketing her bedroom, the scent of jasmine wafting in through the open window. Ted was gone. Ted had to go; it wasn't that the City wanted to send him away. He had to go. For his own sake. But it still hurt. Beauty couldn't do much but cry, and the City went quiet after that.
The next morning, she felt strung out and sore, as if she'd spent the night on a rocky hill instead of the softness of her bed. She cashed in one of those vacation days she'd learned about and spent the day in the spire of her cottage library, a book on her knee and her eyes far away out over the park.
It took weeks for her to grasp that she had lost the man she'd thought of as a father. Finally, when she could endure the ache long enough to entertain the idea, she dressed carefully and hailed a cab to take her across the City to the mansion she'd spent terror-filled days within, the mansion that had served as a haven - not because of its security, but because Ted had been here.
She knocked on the door three times and waited on the steps.