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London, England - 1813
Listen to your mind, using the logic from those around you, and you'll hear the cold, hard facts of what you've always known to be true. Listen to your body and the sound of your heart, and you'll hear the dance of its own beat whenever they're near. Listen to your soul and the screams it lets out, and perhaps you just might hear an I love you in return...
When your mind, your body, and your soul are all battling it out to get their voices heard, how does one know which one to listen to? Does Betty give in to her mind and choose safety and security within her match with Theodore? Does she listen to her heart and be the only woman to choose herself for once in this lifetime? Or does she listen to the very soul that led her astray from the very beginning?
In other words, how does one decide on which path to take? Which path leads to a broken heart and always wondering what could've been? Which path leads to never ending bliss in learning to love yourself more than anyone else ever could? And perhaps most importantly, which one leads back to Betty's eternal flame?
Perhaps marriage wasn't the end all be all, after all. It was quickly becoming clear to Betty that women held all of the power in the marriage mart. Because, ultimately, it's she who has the deciding factor on what happens next.
Men have abstained from marriage since the dawn of time, why couldn't women finally afford to do the same? She was going to keep that door open for as long as possible, but time was of the essence. She'd rather die waiting for him than be forced to fake her love for another. Benedict would always be her first option, so long as she was breathing.
The mastermind in her though, knew that she had to choose herself in order to get Benedict to see her clearly again. And who knows? She just might learn to love herself more in return. Because if she's not secure in herself, how in the hell was she ever going to be secure in somebody else?
She was currently at an impasse. Her path had branched into three separate trails, and she had no idea which one she was meant to take. It had been so clearly laid out for her, so long as she didn't stray far from it, she'd always be able to find her way back... Each path stretched for miles upon miles, twisting around the highest mountains and lowest valleys. The trek was daunting to say the least. Surely, there had to be a shortcut somewhere along the way?
As the rain poured down on them, their souls reached out to one another. Just as Benedict's hand was about to reach Betty's, a sudden chill passed through her, snapping her back into reality. She promptly turned away from him and back to her horse. Her hands grabbed ahold of the reigns and just as she was about to mount her horse, Benedict let out a desperate cry.
"You cannot just run away again!" His voice boomed loudly over the roar of thunder in the distance. He slapped his arms against his body with little droplets flying off around him.
