Wendy Darlin'

Chapter Eight - To not love your betrothed

Earlier that very same morning

As I pace, there is only one word buzzing around in my thoughts.

A name.

The name of the girl I love so very dearly. The girl who has grown up and wed and left me. The girl who used to live in the house next door, but now lives down by the sea-side with her husband and three children.

She writes me letter, sometimes. I cherish each and every one and read them with a heavy heart and welled-up eyes.

I shall read one now, because this wonderful, wonderful woman is my haven, my light amongst the dark, my silence in the noise.

Dear Adam,

From your previous letters, I hear you are betrothed! I wish you a very happy life with your new lady, and all the bestest gifts life can bring.

I am expecting yet another child! I know it is not ideal, whilst money is short and I am not a full-grown woman, but I shall love him/her like no mother has ever loved before.

I cannot pretend I do not miss you, I think of you almost every day. I reminise over the fun we used to have together, and everytime I do, I cannot help a smile appearing on my face! It would be a delight to see you again and catch up face to face, but we lack the funds for all five (soon to be six!) of us to make our way to the city.

Not to worry. For now I enclose a photograph of my family and I in the sealed envelope. The best of luck with your further endeavours.

Flora.

Only I know this isn't the truth. My lovely Flora sent me another letter once, explaining how her husband abused her body, having her pregnant at only 14. Her body is permanently damaged, and he beats her and the children.

If she was mine, I would hold her at every chance I had, give her flowers, not pressurise for children, only toss the idea around now and again. I would treat her to as many dresses as she liked and walk with her in the park until the sunset, where we would sit by the river-side in the cool shade of the trees and watch the largest star leave the sky. I would be her rock, and she would be mine.

This is how I am going to treat Matilda.

She is not my Flora, but that won't stop me loving her every second of every day until death parts us from one another. Even if my feeling are not true, I shall try and not give in, because my Flora has gone forever.

I straighten my jacket and place the letter back in the tin. I am going to try and fall for Matilda, and I will make it worthwhile for us both.

I promise you, I will, no matter what.

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Authors Note-

Sorry, I know my chapters are really short but I really wanted to put this one in, to show Adam's side of the story. It's not exactly relevant but still, I thought it might be interesting.

I'd also like to apologise for all the fillers there have been. The next shall be filled, and not be fillers...

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