Their eyes met and the air left her lungs. Thirteen years of dedicated avoidance shoved into the bright light of day. The love she once bore him was one she suppressed until it was more of a figment of her imagination than her reality. To feel it again now - while dealing with the catastrophe that was her life - was something Maggie knew she couldn't cope with. There were too many words left unsaid mdash; too many unanswered questions for her to confront them. She held his gaze until they both turned away. Thirteen years too late.
However, the lift didn't seem to share her urgency to leave Percy in her past. Seconds ticked by, then minutes, until Maggie was sure they were standing in strained silence for at least a quarter of an hour. How could he not even greet her? Not even accept her apology as polite society would dictate him to? She understood not sharing their lives anymore, but to simply turn away like she meant nothing to him? This wasn't the man she grew up with. This wasn't the boy who recreated Christmas morning during one of the worst years of her young life. Percy was gone, and now some ghost was standing in his shoes.
She seemed to have many ghosts trailing her nowadays.
Maggie sighed heavily as she shifted on her heels. Did no one realize the lift was nonfunctional, or was it such a frequent occurence that the maintenance workers paid it no mind? Distantly, Maggie tried to think if Edmund ever made such complaints, but they spoke so infrequently throughout the past two years she couldn't think of it if he did. Bloody bastard probably would've found an use for it with his mistress if it was a frequent issue.
Finally, she could stand both the silence and the lift's abrupt stop no longer. "Is there no way to summon help?" Maggie tensely asked.
However, the lift didn't seem to share her urgency to leave Percy in her past. Seconds ticked by, then minutes, until Maggie was sure they were standing in strained silence for at least a quarter of an hour. How could he not even greet her? Not even accept her apology as polite society would dictate him to? She understood not sharing their lives anymore, but to simply turn away like she meant nothing to him? This wasn't the man she grew up with. This wasn't the boy who recreated Christmas morning during one of the worst years of her young life. Percy was gone, and now some ghost was standing in his shoes.
She seemed to have many ghosts trailing her nowadays.
Maggie sighed heavily as she shifted on her heels. Did no one realize the lift was nonfunctional, or was it such a frequent occurence that the maintenance workers paid it no mind? Distantly, Maggie tried to think if Edmund ever made such complaints, but they spoke so infrequently throughout the past two years she couldn't think of it if he did. Bloody bastard probably would've found an use for it with his mistress if it was a frequent issue.
Finally, she could stand both the silence and the lift's abrupt stop no longer. "Is there no way to summon help?" Maggie tensely asked.