Fueled by a surge of courage and love, I could no longer bear the insults hurled at Thomas.
Standing abruptly, my voice rang out with determination, cutting through the air laden with disapproval.
"I love Thomas!" I declared, my voice trembling but truthful. "His worth is not measured by wealth or social standing. He possesses a kindness and loyalty that surpasses any material possession. It is his heart that I am drawn to, not his station in life."
Christopher's grandmother's anger flared, his face contorted with disbelief. "How could you, Astrid? How could you fall for someone so beneath our family's stature? He is nothing more than a dirty, poor boy, unlike my grandson"
My own anger ignited, overpowering any remnants of fear. I locked eyes with my father, my voice unwavering. "Thomas has shown me a love that transcends social barriers. He has proven his character time and time again. It is not his circumstances that define him, but his integrity and the depth of his heart. I will not let the limitations of society dictate whom I love. AND I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOUR GRANDSON!"
As the room erupted in chaos, a mix of shock, outrage, and incredulity, I turned away from the disapproving faces and ran toward the door.
The cold night air bit at my cheeks, but my determination propelled me forward. I had to find Thomas, to make amends, and to fight for the love we shared.
With each step, my heart pounded in my chest. Thoughts of the pain I had caused him fueled my desperation, urging me to reach him, to hold him once more.
In the distance, I spotted Thomas, his figure a mere shadow against the moonlit backdrop. I called out his name, my voice filled with a mixture of longing and regret. "Thomas! Wait!"
He paused, his steps faltering. Slowly, he turned toward me, his eyes reflecting a blend of surprise and guarded hope. The bitter cold seemed to fade away as our gazes locked, an unspoken understanding passing between us.
As I approached him, breathless and with tears streaming down my face, I reached out to touch his hand.
As the cold winter night settled around us, I continued to pour out my apologies, my voice filled with remorse. "Thomas, I'm so sorry. I should have stood up for you sooner. I should have fought against the injustice. Please forgive me."
Thomas, however, responded with playful jest, his words laced with a hint of sarcasm. "Oh, Astrid, my heart is shattered into a million pieces. How will I ever recover from this great tragedy?" He chuckled, his laughter mingling with the frosty air.
But behind his jesting tone, I sensed a tinge of sadness, a flicker of pain. His jokes were a defense mechanism, a way to shield himself from the pain that had been inflicted upon him.
Yet, their impact on me was different. Instead of lightening the mood, they only deepened my sorrow.
Tears welled up in my eyes, and I struggled to find the right words. "Thomas, I know you're trying to make light of things, but I can't help but feel the weight of my actions."
I reached out and touched his arm, the fabric of his coat providing a barrier between us. "Thomas, I understand that it's been difficult for both of us. But I want us to face this together, honestly and openly. Let's talk about our feelings, our fears, and find a way to heal."
Thomas sighed and smiled, he noticed that I was shivering, he placed a coat on me and he walked away.
YOU ARE READING
Black Magic
Mystery / ThrillerA woman in the 19th century curses her husband with black magic, she doesn't know the exchange of that, it might end her whole bloodline.
