There were several instances throughout the past month where Maggie felt devastated and broken by Edmund's sudden disappearance. Not because she loved him or because he held any great meaning to her life, but because she yearned for the security of not having to stress about the future. With him present in their lives, Maggie had no need to worry about finances and education. Ignorance was bliss, or so they said. It wasn't Edmund she mourned for - it was the bliss.
Despite the knowing look on her former friend's face, Maggie knew she couldn't unburden herself upon him. The last time they conversed she broke his heart and created an abyss of distance between them. To take advantage of his kindness (yet again, for in hindsight it was something she routinely did throughout their friendship) was another wrong she would never forgive. She pressed on past the lump growing in her throat and the overwhelming distress lurking in the back of her mind. There was a time and place for such emotions, and now was neither.
Still, Maggie owed him some sort of explanation. Unburdening herself on him would be terrible, but leaving him wondering would be far worse. "He's dead, and it's been ... not easy." She explained quietly, not quite meeting his gaze.
Despite the knowing look on her former friend's face, Maggie knew she couldn't unburden herself upon him. The last time they conversed she broke his heart and created an abyss of distance between them. To take advantage of his kindness (yet again, for in hindsight it was something she routinely did throughout their friendship) was another wrong she would never forgive. She pressed on past the lump growing in her throat and the overwhelming distress lurking in the back of her mind. There was a time and place for such emotions, and now was neither.
Still, Maggie owed him some sort of explanation. Unburdening herself on him would be terrible, but leaving him wondering would be far worse. "He's dead, and it's been ... not easy." She explained quietly, not quite meeting his gaze.