In her distress, Elsie wasn't watching him as closely as she should have, trying to stem the flow of tears with her sleeves, when she felt his hand on her cheek. Caught off guard, she sniffled quietly under that look he was giving her, blowing out a shuddering attempt at a deep breath, tears clinging to her lashes as she looked up at him now that he was so close.
It pained her to know that he was just as miserable as she'd been. Of course Elsie had known it wouldn't be easy to move on, but she had always assumed he would get there before her; she'd figured she never would. Her immediate reaction was to want to apologise, but she couldn't find the words for just how sorry she was. She had made a huge mess of this and caused a lot of heartache and she felt awful.
Well, she best start making up for it now. "Of course I do," Elsie gently covered his hand with her own, leaning into it as she gathered her thoughts. Though Elsie had never envisioned herself so lucky as to find somebody who would put up with all of her nonsense to even want to marry her, ever since that New Years they'd spent snowed in together at his house, the notion, a little glimmer of a hope had started growing steadily that just maybe things could work out for them somehow. Then everything had come crashing down, snowballing out of control until they'd wound up here.
Choosing her next words carefully, Elsie knew she had to get this just right. "For some unknown reason you put up with the clumsiness and the blushing, the awkwardness and the books," Merlin knew why, she was still baffled by it sometimes, though just as grateful. "Tyb, you're my best friend and you're willing to give up something you love for me, even if I don't want you to. So yes, I do want to marry you and I cannot begin to tell you how sorry I am that I ever made you think otherwise." That day in the library and been the worst lie, the hardest thing she'd ever done and she hated herself for having done it at all; especially because it hadn't been worth it in the long run, only the catalyst to a lot of misery between then and now.
It pained her to know that he was just as miserable as she'd been. Of course Elsie had known it wouldn't be easy to move on, but she had always assumed he would get there before her; she'd figured she never would. Her immediate reaction was to want to apologise, but she couldn't find the words for just how sorry she was. She had made a huge mess of this and caused a lot of heartache and she felt awful.
Well, she best start making up for it now. "Of course I do," Elsie gently covered his hand with her own, leaning into it as she gathered her thoughts. Though Elsie had never envisioned herself so lucky as to find somebody who would put up with all of her nonsense to even want to marry her, ever since that New Years they'd spent snowed in together at his house, the notion, a little glimmer of a hope had started growing steadily that just maybe things could work out for them somehow. Then everything had come crashing down, snowballing out of control until they'd wound up here.
Choosing her next words carefully, Elsie knew she had to get this just right. "For some unknown reason you put up with the clumsiness and the blushing, the awkwardness and the books," Merlin knew why, she was still baffled by it sometimes, though just as grateful. "Tyb, you're my best friend and you're willing to give up something you love for me, even if I don't want you to. So yes, I do want to marry you and I cannot begin to tell you how sorry I am that I ever made you think otherwise." That day in the library and been the worst lie, the hardest thing she'd ever done and she hated herself for having done it at all; especially because it hadn't been worth it in the long run, only the catalyst to a lot of misery between then and now.
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MJ always makes her so pretty