𝐔𝐏𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋. ᵗʰᵒᵐᵃˢ ˢʰᵉˡᵇʸ

❥ ¹¹tragedy.. ꩜

TW: death and eating disorders

MAGGIE WALKED INTO POLLY'S HOME to find Arthur sitting on one of the kitchen chairs and staring into the fire. "Arth, what's wrong? What happened?" Maggie asked gently as she hung up her coat, noticing the grimness and pain on Arthur's face.

She approached him, crouching down in front of him. Maggie was about to asked him again until she noticed the red ring around his neck. It was obvious he tried to hang himself.

She let out a slight sob at the thought of it, a hand coming to her mouth to muffle the pain.

Maggie stood up straight and wrapped her arms around him. "Do you want more tea?" She asked hoarsely. Arthur just nodded his head in response. Maggie unwrapped Arthur arms from around her before she turned around to the small stool with a tea pot and cup on it.

Arthur handed her his empty teacup lazily and she filled it up with tea, handing it back to him. "Arthur, look at me." Maggie ordered him tenderly due to the fact he wouldn't stop staring into the flames. Arthur complied, dragging his eyes from the fire and to Maggie instead.

"Take care of yourself, we can't risk losing someone we all care about so much." Maggie whispered to him, kissing the top of his head slightly and leaving the kitchen to go to the betting den.

Maggie noticed how everyone in the den seemed to be happy as she walked in. People were smiling at each other as they passed one another, sunlight pouring into the room.

"Hiya, John!" She beamed as she reached where John sat on his stool. "I'm not buying you a scone," He rolled his eyes playfully.

"Calm down, I'm only coming to say hello. Since you're offering to get me a scone though, I would like one, thank you." Maggie grinned cheekily.

"I'll have no money from the amount of scones I've been buying you." He huffed, a smile on his lips. "Hey! The scones aren't just for me, they're for your wife and Polly as well!" Maggie crossed her arms over her chest.

Maggie noticed Tommy walk into the den, Christ all mighty, even he was smiling. "Anyway, I'll thank you for the scones when I get them." Maggie smiled at John before turning around and walking into Tommys office where he was.

What is wrong with everyone? A man tries to kill himself and they're all smiling?

She sat in the chair across from him, only for him to object. "Come here," He said, lighting up at cigarette. Maggie obliged, sitting up from the wooden chair and standing beside where Tommy sat.

"Am I not allowed to sit now— Jesus Christ!" Maggie exclaimed as Tommy pulled her into his lap, he chuckled slightly at her.

"You're right, this is a much better chair." Maggie grinned, looking down to see a crooked smile on Tommy's lips.

Tommy read the newspaper, Maggie pretended to read it as well (although she couldn't really careless about the race results). Tommy fold the newspaper, leaving it on his desk — turning his attention towards Maggie.

"You're so beautiful," He said, gazing into her eyes. Maggie looked away, ever since she had been a little girl, she was never good at accepting compliments. She always got flustered and embarrassed when it happened. "Look at me darling." Tommy ordered softly, holding her chin gently and moving her head to meet his gaze.

He pressed his lips to hers carefully, so carefully you'd think she was made of the most delicate glass and could shatter at any given moment.

"I wish they would just get married already," Polly muttered to Esme as they watch the pair together in Tommy's office. "I'm surprised they haven't." She muttered back, glancing slightly at Polly then back to the two.