He had caught her off guard this time most of all, but if her surprise was followed by any sense of dawning comprehension, she didn’t show it. She continued to be a graceful delight, of course, as she drew herself up, perfectly at ease with herself - but her response was not encouraging.
If anything, it had an air of cool finality. Tybalt blinked as she moved on, brisk, and let his hand fall in perplexed despair. They may have only just met, but she had said it was a pleasure - she hadn’t given it the merest chance - was more interested in attending to errands.
So much for love. He ought to have learnt from the last time, then, and fought this feeling as soon as it had surfaced. Suddenly. Violently. Out of the blue. (Or, for that matter, the pink.)
There might be no use in going after her, not now, when she had so resoundly brushed him off, but he shook his head after her in stubborn denial. Mistaken? How could he be? “I’m not,” he echoed in answer, because if he weren’t in love with her he wouldn’t feel so empty, so wounded, watching her walk away. “I assure you I’m not.”
He’d give her time, then. One day she’d understand. One day she’d see.
If anything, it had an air of cool finality. Tybalt blinked as she moved on, brisk, and let his hand fall in perplexed despair. They may have only just met, but she had said it was a pleasure - she hadn’t given it the merest chance - was more interested in attending to errands.
So much for love. He ought to have learnt from the last time, then, and fought this feeling as soon as it had surfaced. Suddenly. Violently. Out of the blue. (Or, for that matter, the pink.)
There might be no use in going after her, not now, when she had so resoundly brushed him off, but he shook his head after her in stubborn denial. Mistaken? How could he be? “I’m not,” he echoed in answer, because if he weren’t in love with her he wouldn’t feel so empty, so wounded, watching her walk away. “I assure you I’m not.”
He’d give her time, then. One day she’d understand. One day she’d see.
