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

Chapter 10. The Woman With The Bucket.

I stared out of the window across the heavily misted planes of the countryside, the train moved so quickly past them that nearby hedges seemed like a blur. I quickly realised as soon as i had boarded this train i had no clue where my house actually was, i was never given the oportunity to go out and explore and I'm sure that once i return to the house ill never be allowed to leave my room, if they even decide they want me anymore after the certain embarrassment i am sure to have caused my family, well, my father.

I had decided to take the train To the next town, hopefully one with more occupants than the last, and ask for directions , somebody was bound to know where the Taylor manor was, if i went in the right direction.

I hadn't realised until now that it was almost night, the sun was barely visible over the high hills in the distance, the train felt cold and lonely, i was one of the only people on the train as not many people got on once the sun had gone down, only the odd maid and groundskeeper returning from a days work.

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Around 15 minutes later the train came to a slow stop. I stood up and left the compartment i was previously sat in and made my way along the narrow corridor before exiting the small train.

I looked around to find myself in a dimly lit train station, there was nobody else there apart from the ticket master who seemed to be closing for the day.

I walked past him, sending him a smile which he happily returned and began walking towards the road by the station, I followed a sign witch pointed towards a town that sounded vaguely familiar until i was walking the streets of an even more familiar town. Every now and then a carriage would pass by, sending a soft breeze in my direction. 

HThe street was full of small bakery's, pharmacy's, tailors etc, each closed for the day. In the distance i could see a woman wearing a extravagant coat, the hood covering her face, though that wouldn't help me see her as she let her head droop low,she carried a bucket of something, she looked upset.

She stopped by a wall full of what was left of old posters, she pulled a stack of something out from her coat and began dipping a brush in the bucket she carried before coating the wall in a thin layer of the substance and plastering a piece of paper from the stack she carried, she must be advertising something.

I watched her from a distance as i walked slowly along the street, she moved away from the wall and crossed the road before repeating the process on a lamp-post. I walked closer to the wall she had plastered the poster onto, from a distance it looked like a woman's face wears drawn onto the paper, as i stepped closer to the wall the features became more clear.

It was a picture of me.

Oof sorry this is another really short chapter.

Anyways who do you think the woman was?