ophelia abernathy only
wanted to be loved as she did;
she wanted her heart to hammer
against her chest by the mere
touch of her lover. but when
unkindness lurks the shadows of
an eerily gray london, love is the
last thing on her mind.
[ the irre...
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chapter four
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someone like you
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SHE'S LEARNED THEIR NAMES QUITE EASILY and after a strenous walk through the town, tailing closely behind leo, ophelia has managed to recognize every face within the group — and perhaps, she's also learned that leo was absolutely terrible at maintaining conversations with the girl he's mad about. he's spent some ample amount of time, asking ophelia to back him up whenever he found himself stuck, and due to her sudden willingness to be a good friend, she's helped him with utmost support. and conversations weren't the only thing she's been entrusted with, she was also a good form of assistance with surfing through years of random town records and dust-sheeted books. with her eyes skimming through each page thoroughly, ophelia releases a small groan, "there's nothing in here."
ophelia returns the book to a stack of files and papers before replacing it with another one, taking her time to blow off the thick coat of accumulated dust from its authentic leather binds. she opens the book, surprised to see glued photos of random people with the words 'auditionees for plays' and as she was about to close it, ignoring the remaining chapters of the untold stories of the londoners stuck between the stained pages, her eyes land onto a particular redheaded woman who had a grin of excitement across her face. the familiarity in her face gives ophelia a surge of unexplainable emotions; her breath hitches at her throat when she confirms the identity of the smiling woman — her mother.
