John was crushed. He knew he had to tell the truth, but somehow he had broken the most delicate thing he knew. He wanted to say sorry, say that it would all work, but he didn't have enough faith. Not in Vera, nor himself.
He approached her in the servants hall, as he knew she would not cry there.
"Anna?"
She turned around. He had not seen her face since earlier, but he knew that everyone was avoiding him. But he hoped no one knew why.
Her face was pale. She looked ill. Her eyes were still, but somehow, he felt she still had hope.
"Please John. I love you, I do. Don't make this any harder than it needs to be"
With that she got up, and walked out.
"Anna! I want to-"
But she was gone. Thomas just watched him, until he registered her.
"Mr Bates. Thank you for the entertainment"
Normally, John would have hit him. But right then, he was to sad to move a muscle. He just stood there.
