Obscure Occurrences |C. BAREBONE|

☛ Fifteen ☚

• December, 1925 •

On the tenth of December, Credence spent his night with Genevieve into the eleventh day. They felt things together that seemed out of their world. Almost like magic. Yet... Credence didn't appear before Genevieve since. She hadn't seen him since that night and he didn't appear at the Second Salem rallies. So instead, she attended Central Park with her Father and without Credence's face recent in her memories.

That day, on the frosty winter morning of the fifteenth. Genevieve was wrapped up warm by Mrs. Glover. Who -without trying to- captured Genevieve in a glowing state of maturity.

"I heard many strange noises last night" Mrs. Glover began, her hand fastening the back of Genevieve's dress as she spoke.

"Oh-" Genevieve reacted in a subtle shock, "- I thought I was the only one".

"That's peculiar-" Mrs. Glover began,
"- considerin' when I travelled upstairs, the noises seemed to come from your room".

That's when Genevieve froze; her body rigid once Mrs. Glover said her words.

"I know you mean well, Genevieve. I know you don't want to hurt your Father... Meaning you can't do this anymore",

"Penny!-" Genevieve replied in a seething whisper, "- if you knew anything you would be quiet" she continued, flickering her eyes between the older woman and the door.

"I know what I am doin' young Miss, but do you?".

☛✹☚

Victor and Genevieve walked through the dazzling environment of Central Park. It was coated in a blanket of sweet cold and sparkling white until they captured colour dancing over ice. Many women wore the newest fashion of clothing and stood out against the beautiful, yet neutral area. Genevieve was breath-taken, especially when her Father left her side to gather their skating shoes. After all, they couldn't go forward without the proper equipment.

Meanwhile, Henry Jr and Emma were waiting nearby and trying to capture the father, daughter pair over crowds of smiling faces. All around them was a jolly atmosphere of happiness and of the up coming holiday. Every person around them was buzzing with an excitement that he didn't understand until that dinner. Or until he saw her standing quietly under a thin, snow covered tree.

When Emma witnessed the change upon her brother's features, she knew he had found her future sister-in-law. It was obvious that ever since meeting Genevieve, Henry was obsessed with the fifteenth. After all, it is a knowing sign that men say a woman's name multiple times when they desire her. And Henry Shaw Jr couldn't count the number of times he had thought and spoken of the young woman.

This was all new to him, like to Genevieve. Yet still she had more experience in the sensation of pure adoration. She had managed to grasp it firm. However, it had somehow wriggled from her grip. She kept thinking so as she removed her warm, boots and tied the skates upon her dainty, narrow feet.

"Are you excited?" Victor asked, attempting to build an excitement in Genevieve's aura.

"... Of course" she answered from her day-dreams.

"Good, I thought you would like him. He's a successful young man".

In that moment, all Genevieve could think was how her father misused the word young. Henry Jr was in his thirties, nearly twice her age (with her being eighteen). He wasn't the man she had pictured marrying let alone living with for the rest of her days. She was hoping that with a few years of stalling and saving, Genevieve could buy tickets to England; to her aunt Vivienne (her Mother's sister).