Storm and Silence Daydreams

One Shot 4: Let Her Go

Quite a sad chapter, but it's sad not because anyone dies.

Err...Trying out a Mr Ambrose POV. I hope I didn't portray him very inaccurately, I don't want him to be too whipped or sappy. I want his personality to closely resemble his personality in the main story. I think that makes it easier for people to imagine him, but of course in fanfiction, anything can happen.
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I was at some sort of charity ball. Not to enjoy myself of course, I am still a staunch hater of balls. I was there strictly for business purposes.

I flicked my pocket watch open, checked the time, then flicked it back shut. My little finger proceeded to twitch in annoyance. I looked around, hoping to find the businessman I was waiting for.

He said he'd be here as we had discussed, and he knows I don't tolerate tardiness!

I glanced around a bit more, until I caught sight of something...

Or someone...

I haven't seen her in so long. It has been a couple of years since I had last seen her, but it felt like lifetimes ago.

She was at the far side of the room, her back facing me, but I knew that all too familiar silhouette from somewhere.

She was dancing with an unknown gentleman who seemed to be quite taken with her.

If I could see her face right now, it'd show of repulsion.

Little did I know, her face held the exact opposite expression.

Instead of the disgust and revolt that I expected, it was of admiration and.... love?

What?

I couldn't trust my eyes. What I saw couldn't, shouldn't, have been real. She abhors the male species with  every passionate piece of her feminist self.

You've been away for a very long time now, many things would have changed.

I closed my eyes shut and opened them again. She was still gazing up at that man, with traces of a smile on her lips. Normally, the smiles she gives men at balls were of the fake sarcastic sort, but the one she had on display seemed to be sincere and genuine.

The mystery man bent down and intimately whispered something into her ear, which made a rosy blush blossom on her cheeks. Her feint smile widened into something close to a demure simper.

She, simpering like a proper young lady? I must be going bonkers!

That, or times must really have changed a lot.

The sight of it all made so many unknown emotions reveal themselves to me. I couldn't seem to breathe right. The way the mystery man has her hand clasped tightly in his, with his other hand resting on the small of her back; or how the mystery man bowed deep for her after the dance; or how he kissed her hand slowly, with a knowing smile playing on his lips when the music ended; how his lips lingered on the back of her hand for longer than necessary; it irritated me to no end. However, what really made my finger twitch, was how she reacted. She didn't slap him, or shuddered in disgust. In fact, she curtsied almost gracefully, as though trying to impress him. She was enchanted by that man.

As this realisation dawned on me, I started making quick strides towards her.

What for? I didn't know. All I knew was that that man's existence didn't please me, not one bit.