The life upon her yellow hair but not within her eyes--
The life still there, upon her hair--the death upon her eyes.
The life still there, upon her hair--the death upon her eyes.
She felt a small swell of relief in her chest when he denied being disappointed. She'd have felt a greater sense of relief if she had wholeheartedly believed him. How could he not be disappointed in her, not have lowered his opinion of her when he'd given every indication that her actions had shocked and distressed him so very much?
You know...? What did he mean by that? Was he saying he knew how it felt to disappoint someone? Was he referring to those horrid things he'd said he'd done leading up to the elopement? How do you bear it? It had been a constant weight on her mind ever since she'd last seen him, how he could bear inviting such scrutiny upon himself when he was innocent, she didn't know. Either her brother was a great deal stronger and more good than she, or he hadn't been lying to her about what he'd done.
Outfit | Tag: Reuben Crouch | Notes:
