chapter 37

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I asked May if she could help me gather a few things for a short trip that I was taking and she happily obliged. We packed a sachet of water, a few loaves a bread, a cloak and a change of clothes. Later, I'll go and get the stash of money leave hidden in the house. We all get a cut, and unlike John or Will, I don't spend it all on women and boose.

"That should be everything! Ah before we forget! We need to see how this dress fits on you, and then I'll show you how to put your hair in the bonnet." May said.

I nodded.

She grabbed the dress from off the table and then handed it to me. "Did you need help?" She asked. I shook my head no.

I made my way to my room and put on the dress. It fit quite well. It was a blue dress that went to my ankles. Luckily, I had brown work boots, that maids usually wore. All I needed now was to cover this unruly mass I call hair.

And right on cue, a soft knock came from the door. I moved over to it and opened it wide. "How do I look?"

"Like your ready to work!" She said with a smile. "Now let's put on this bonnet, yes?" She held some white cloth thing in her hand.

"I'll show you how to do it on me and then I want you to try to do it to your self." She said.

She began to put her hair into two big twists. Then she turned those two twists into a bun then she put the bonnet on her head and tied the back.

My hair was alot thicker and dense than hers so we decided to wet and the put it into two braids. Then we repeated the process. Bun. Bonnet.

"Perfect." She said with a smile. "You look lovely in a dress." She said. I could feel my cheeks warm.

"Thank you." I said.

"Alright. Now that that's all done. Why don't we fix you up something to eat?" I nodded in agreement. "Alright. Then you go ahead and get changed. While I go downstairs and start on some food?"

"Okay." I said. Since she headed out the room. I quickly changed back into my regular clothes and took off the bonnet. I kept my hair braided, it'd be a hall to do it tomorrow, so I'll just keep it in.

I don't made my way downstairs. May was in the middle of setting the table. The food was done already?

I rushed down to help her finish. She made porridge and cut some slices of bread and got some fruit that the boys stole from the catering place they were 'working' at. It was mostly apples and bananas.

We sat down and began to eat and my mind began to wander to this morning. A night with Robin. What are we even gonna do? Last time we were alone we argued. Last time we were in the opening we.....we almost had intercourse. And now......

Id like to do something special. This may be the last night I'll ever have with him. Our last night in the opening. I want it to be something memorable, but what exactly should we do?

I look over to May who was chewing on a piece of bread.

"Hey May. Can I ask you something?"

She looked up and held her hand over her mouth as she spoke. "Of course." She said mid chew.

"If you had one night left with the man you loved most, what would you do?? I asked.

She paused for a moment and her hand moved slowly down from her face. She began to think. "Hmm. I would just lay in his arms." She said.

"That's it?" I said. That's was a little disappointing.

She shrugged her shoulders. "Yep. I'd lay in his arms and memorize every little detail about him. The way his arms squeezed around me. The way his warm hands felt against my skin. The way his heart beat in his chest. I would memorize his face. The way his lips curved into a smile. His ears and cheeks turning red when he was embarrassed. The color of his eyes. Then I'd kiss him. So I can burn the feel of his lips into my brain. So even if we part, I still feel him." She said. She shut her eyes as she spoke, and I could tell she meant every word.

I could feel the yearning in her voice. She was missing someone. When she opened her eyes again they were slightly glossy. She gave me a weak smile and cleared her throat. "Finding a memorable moment is easy, but finding a memorable love is once in a lifetime. Whatever it is your running from, it's not worth losing the love I see on those eyes of yours. You and Robin are the real deal my dear. Don't give that up for anything." She said.

I couldn't help but scuff at her comment. I wonder what she would say if she knew he rejected me. "Sadly, he doesn't feel the same way." I said dryly.

She shook her head. "He may have pushed you away but I promise you the way he looks at you is more than just a coworker or friend. That man values you."

"You think so?" I asked sarcastically.

She rolled her eyes at me and gave me a smirk. "Mark my words. When he sweeps you off your feet, prepare yourself for a 'I told you so' from me." She said.

We finished our food and washed the dishes. While we were putting things away we talked some more. She told me about herself and her life before meeting Friar. She was a farmer who fell in love with a knight, but one day the knight got wounded and battle and the doctor said he may not survive through the night. So she spent every minute of every moment with him. He lasted a few days longer than expected but he soon died from his injuries. She was heartbroken, and swore vengeance to the man who killed him. And she did it. She killed him.

But at a cost. In the scuffle of fighting him, he cut her. And the where he cut her would haunt her for the rest of her life because that very cut is the reason she couldn't have children. Though she said it didn't matter, cause the only man she have children with is dead, but the thought that it was him who did it is what haunts her the most. The man who killed the man she lives is the same man who ruined her chances of a family.

My heart ached for her, but she says she has made peace with her past, and she is just waiting for the day that god calls her home so she can be reunited with her beloved. And I couldn't help but smile at the thought. To love someone so much that your willing to wait for them in the afterlife. It seems so....unreal. Yet for some reason I know it's real.

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