I Think I'm Falling For You. ~ Viscount Tewksbury.

Chapter 9. Gone.

I dragged my feet back to the small boarding house we had stayed at the previous night, i shed a tear as i passed the pharmacy, i also shed a few when i passed the many posters with Tewkesbury face on, only worsening the growing pit at the base of my stomach.

 i had done the right thing right? He would be safer, once people saw that he was no longer acompanied by myself, surely they would move on, and assume it to be a misunderstanding. But what if it was a selfish choice, what if i would be safe at home, with my family, whilst poor, vulnerable tewkesbury was on the run forever, what if the man in the brown bowler hat caught up to him, doing god knows what to him.

The only thing stopping me from catching the next train to wherever the last was going was the idea that maybe it was the right descision, maybe he would forget all about me and move on, find himself a beautiful wife, along with a large chair in the House of Lords, and live a peaceful, happy life, as though we had never met. 

I trudged along the uneven stone road, that glistened under the cloudy sky, I hadn't realised that it had been raining. There was only a few shops left to walk past until i would reach the cozy boarding house, that no longer felt so cozy.

I pushed open the heavy wooden door, and  walked in to see that the grand fireplace wasn't lit, instead acting as a tunnel, carrying a cold draft into the already freezing room. The woman at the front desk gave me a bored look before looking back to something under the large wooden counter. I walked passed her and made my way up the narrow, steep stairs, my body feeling heavy and cold.

As i pushed open the creaky door that led to our- my room I couldn't help but remember Tewkesbury face when he saw the single bed, god he went so red. 

A quiet laugh left my mouth.

I moved over to the wooden dresser pressed against the dingy wall with wallpaper hanging of it and picked up the newspaper that tewkesbury had read out to me, there was a small picture of his face printed onto the front of the paper, I tore out the page before tearing carefully around the small image and holding it in my hands.

He looked so strange in this photo, he looked serious and cold, not at all like the boy i had jumped out of a train with. I took the photo and delicately placed it inside the small bag i had hanging by my waist, whilst doing so my hand subconsciously picked up the strange glass object tewkesbury had given to me.

I slouched onto the creaky bed and looked down at the object i held, the flower looked so beautiful, like it was still fresh and growing from the earth, I don't know when or how tewkesbury managed to get this, but i was happy i had something to remember him by, along with the small picture of him in the purse i carried.

Even though it had only been around two hours since i had woken up, i felt like my eyes where carrying the weight of everything i felt, i slowly allowed myself to lie down on the reasonably comfortable bed i was sitting on, and moments after my head carefully reached the pillow, i felt myself drift into a careless sleep.

I dreamed about him. 

I tried to sleep to get all of this of my mind, but it only brought the painful memories closer.

I sat up on the bed, by hair tousled, and my brain cluttered with the memories of him fresh in my mind.

I walked over to the dresser that previously held the newspaper, which now was strewn on the floor with a large hole in it, and grabbed a comb that had somehow got there, i pulled the brush through my knotted hair until it was under control, i looked up from the dresser and found myself staring right into my own eyes, my eyes where red and puffy from crying and my skin was pale. I turned away from the mirror,  not wanting to look at its reflection a second longer, and grabbed my purse off the floor before stuffing the encased flower tewkesbury had given me inside of it and making my way out of the room.

I walked briskly down the stairs and passed the woman at the desk, not even glimpsing at her, i walked out of the building and turned left along a paved walkway beside the road, passing shop after shop, not moving my eyes up from the floor to look inside the windows. 

I needed to get away from this area, i needed to go back home.

I promised tewkesbury i would clear his name and i wont stop until i do. No matter how long it takes.

A/N:

Long time no see ayeee 🧚‍♀️

Oof sorry this is a short chapter

anyways its been way too long since i last posted on this story but ive been really busy with school and sh!t but I really am gonna try posting more regularly on all the stories i have written. (Go check them out if you haven't already ;)) including this one, but i have really good ideas for how this is gonna go but i am more than happy for suggestions if you have any!!!.

Anyways, until next time.

-Lauren