When Two Worlds Split

Remember

Waking up, I realized what I had just done.
I'm changing my life forever.
When I turned my head around, I noticed the sleeping horse at my side. I patted it's head, and if flared at me again. I sighed, standing up and taking in the scent of the fresh air.
I ran my hand through my hair.

Taking the horse back onto the muddy streets was calming, because the only noises at this time in the morning were the clicks of his hooves and the faint breathing in which I could hear myself with.

Lafayette had last lettered me when he was in Montague, Georgia.

So, I'll make my way to Charlestown, their next scheduled place.

I lost myself in the thought of encountering him, in the tents where the soldiers stayed. My horse trotted along the single path, silently. Not a bird tweeted, or a cricket buzzed.
Daydreaming, was a time killer.

"Peggy, I've... missed you, so much."
Lafayette said, scooping me into his arms.

"I've missed you more." I said, pulling him into my warm embrace.

"Really..." He said, as his hand carried the nape of my neck.

I pressed my soft lips against his, locking them into place. They fit like lost puzzle pieces, perfectly meant for each other. I did this.. just to know he was real.

Too bad, this was all just a scenario I had thought up in my head.
I ran my thoughts over it, again and again, constantly wondering what might happen.
What if when I get there, he never was alive long enough to get to me? What if I got there, and he had already passed on to another girl, like Stephen had predicted?

No. I mustn't let these thoughts sink into me.

Instead, I remembered.

I remembered when Stephen confronted me about my first night with Lafayette.
As he spoke to me like that, I recalled all of the details.

I remember when Lafayette stumbled around and caught me by the bed stand.
Then, everything unfurled by itself.
I remember his gentle arms around me, his breath beating softly against my cheeks.

Then, me, trying to get my dress off under the sheets.

Thinking about it made my cheeks turn crimson. It made my heart wave with emotion.
The feeling of skin on skin.
The sound of thunder dampening our own noises.
The hot breath on each other's faces.

I blinked, snapping back into reality.
No more of that,
you whore.
I remember the feeling of Stephen's lips on my face. It made me shrivel up, a feeling of terror forming once again in my chest.
His eyes lingering to my chest, his hands wrapping around my shoulders.

I remember him whispering, is close, that his lips touched my ears,
"I could not waste my time. I have wealth to take care of. Children to have."
The slightest hint of foreshadowing in his last sentence made me feel a sickening, churning feeling in my stomach.
I couldn't imagine doing things with him, like I did with someone else.
And, when I tried,

Lafayette was all I could think of.