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"love is friendship that has caught on fire" -some romcom
song to listen to: alps by novo amor (slowed)
warnings: mentions of drug use & alcohol use, mentions of sex, descriptions of kissing, swearing, descriptions of hallucinogenic berries/feeling the effects of drugs in the 1600s
extra cast: (young) mia sara as meredith (the widow's daughter)
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"Father, I do indeed apologize for my bizarre behavior earlier this morning-" I tried my best to stay calm and control myself in these situations, but he's just such an insufferable person.
"And sending Julia out to do your own housework? How much of a terrible bride will you make?" If I were to ever murder somebody, my motive was set in stone to be my father, and that's all the context to be needed.
"Must you make everything about marriage, Father? When the time comes, I will make a good wife to whomever I choose to be my husband." I defended myself the most I could without raising my voice.
"You must think about more than just yourself if you want to become anything in this world, Rose. You must care for Union, you must prove to all the town folk that you deserve to be somebody-"
"I care about me, not Union. That's your job, not mine-"
"Shallow-minded you are indeed, and that pains me so. One day, you will wake up and see just how little your life's amounted to. And you will have nobody to blame except for your lonesome, horrid self."
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"That's a horrid thing to say to your daughter, shouldn't he have better manners?" Hannah Miller, the Pastor's daughter, looked back at me as I'd finished telling them of the argument between my father and I. Every word was said with a sweet expression upon her face.
"It's quite the horrid thing, of course, but that doesn't matter to him. I'm merely the middle child, when he looks at me he sees his mistakes, his flaws he's projected onto myself." I shrugged off the terror my father had always projected into me, wanting to have fun tonight.
"I'm terribly sorry you're going through that; Rosie, if you ever need to stay some place, you can always come a'knocking on our door," she offered, and I smiled but shook my head, silently declining the offer.
I looked up at the darkening night sky, trying to spot a star or two. Most of the recent skies hadn't had a single star within them, and it saddened me. I loved to just lay on the dewy grass and look at the stars-to try and make shapes out of the little dots was quite a fun feat to make happen. I always did such a thing with Thomas, it didn't feel right if I wasn't with him when indulging in such tasks.
