September 9th, 1888 - Padmore Park docks
It wasn't unusual for her to spend part of her Sunday at the park if she could, Elsie didn't have much to occupy her time these days outside of work. Oh how she wished she worked today. Today she had to make a concentrated effort to simply be by herself and wallow. It was childish and she knew that; she'd done this to herself, but that didn't make it any easier. Nearly six months later and it still stung like it was yesterday.
She should have been up early in the kitchen helping Cook to bake something, wrapping it up and sending it off. That was how she'd spent every September ninth since graduating. Before that she just asked a house elf at school to help her out. For the first time in seven years there was no package to wrap up, nothing to bake, no reason to try and celebrate and it hurt. No amount of telling herself she'd done the right thing, that this was easier, better for him, none of it had sunk in. She still felt guilty and like she'd made a huge mistake, but that teeny tiny part of her that housed her self-preservation was like a lock that she'd hidden the key for. One turn of the key and everything would come undone. So far she'd only broken down once and written, when she'd learned about the expedition, but maybe that had been another selfish move. Elsie would have never forgiven herself if something had happened to him; he had to know she still cared, right? It had turned out fine in the end, but it had upset her more than she was willing to admit.
There was an early morning mist sitting atop the water and she couldn't even see much, but it was nothing like the fog of the summer. Elsie stood on the end of the dock that moored the boats of Padmore Park, Dora sitting very patiently beside her watching the ducks on the pond. The crisp air of the early morning had her pulling the rich blue shawl around her shoulders a little tighter though she reached down to pet her pup's head idly. On a sigh, Elsie wasn't even sure what she was doing here exactly, but she wouldn't have been able to sit at home and simmer in peace, so her only option was to get out and take a walk. It helped to soothe the restlessness in her limbs, but nowhere else. At this point she didn't know if there would ever be a way to ease the perpetual dull ache in her chest, she'd just kind of come to accept it.
Els had no real idea of how much time she'd stood on the end of the dock just staring out over the water, but by the time she even thought about heading home, the mist was evaporating and the sun well and truly shining. Dora had waited patiently the entire time, so quiet and focused, that Elsie would have forgotten the pup was there if it weren't for her gentle pressure leaning against Elsie's skirts. "Come on lovey, want to go play fetch for a few minutes?" The mutt's ears perked up at the mention of fetch and the pair meandered back down the dock. Els let Dora off her lead to let the pup find herself a stick for their game. She watched with a sad sort of bemused smile on her lips as Dora sniffed one out but didn't immediately bring it back to Elsie to be thrown. "Dora?" She called softly, finding her pup had been distracted by another guest in the park.
She should have been up early in the kitchen helping Cook to bake something, wrapping it up and sending it off. That was how she'd spent every September ninth since graduating. Before that she just asked a house elf at school to help her out. For the first time in seven years there was no package to wrap up, nothing to bake, no reason to try and celebrate and it hurt. No amount of telling herself she'd done the right thing, that this was easier, better for him, none of it had sunk in. She still felt guilty and like she'd made a huge mistake, but that teeny tiny part of her that housed her self-preservation was like a lock that she'd hidden the key for. One turn of the key and everything would come undone. So far she'd only broken down once and written, when she'd learned about the expedition, but maybe that had been another selfish move. Elsie would have never forgiven herself if something had happened to him; he had to know she still cared, right? It had turned out fine in the end, but it had upset her more than she was willing to admit.
There was an early morning mist sitting atop the water and she couldn't even see much, but it was nothing like the fog of the summer. Elsie stood on the end of the dock that moored the boats of Padmore Park, Dora sitting very patiently beside her watching the ducks on the pond. The crisp air of the early morning had her pulling the rich blue shawl around her shoulders a little tighter though she reached down to pet her pup's head idly. On a sigh, Elsie wasn't even sure what she was doing here exactly, but she wouldn't have been able to sit at home and simmer in peace, so her only option was to get out and take a walk. It helped to soothe the restlessness in her limbs, but nowhere else. At this point she didn't know if there would ever be a way to ease the perpetual dull ache in her chest, she'd just kind of come to accept it.
Els had no real idea of how much time she'd stood on the end of the dock just staring out over the water, but by the time she even thought about heading home, the mist was evaporating and the sun well and truly shining. Dora had waited patiently the entire time, so quiet and focused, that Elsie would have forgotten the pup was there if it weren't for her gentle pressure leaning against Elsie's skirts. "Come on lovey, want to go play fetch for a few minutes?" The mutt's ears perked up at the mention of fetch and the pair meandered back down the dock. Els let Dora off her lead to let the pup find herself a stick for their game. She watched with a sad sort of bemused smile on her lips as Dora sniffed one out but didn't immediately bring it back to Elsie to be thrown. "Dora?" She called softly, finding her pup had been distracted by another guest in the park.
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