[Sequel to Home]
Years after her heartbreaking relationship with Harry, all Eleanor has to show for it are the memories that haunted her and their beautiful daughter. For the first time in a long time, she thinks its finally all over.
Harry, danger...
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*pretend this is Desmond at the end of this chapter*
Don P.O.V
To say I'm nervous would be an understatement. A complete and utter understatement. These are those moments that no one ever prepares you for. In our case, we've avoided this moment as long as possible, but it still came it seems.
We reap what we sow is my understanding of life. You give what you get but I am still selfish enough to ask why am I being punished. I am the figurehead of this family but all I want to do is hide.
How am I supposed to tell a man that I intervened in his child's life. That I took the say that is rightfully his. No matter how good I've been to my daughter I still took from her. There have been moments where I feel like a failure of a parent for not knowing how to handle Eliza.
For not knowing how to rationalize with her. Sometimes I've felt like I've been punishing her for who she is. My family jokes about how different she is and I'm sure they must know at this point. Eliza sticks out so clearly unlike Eleanor. Doesn't have anything to do with looks truthfully. Eliza's behaviour and how she looks at the world. She is truly Desmond and Clarissa's daughter.
She doesn't care much for rules or being in the likes of someone. If you can't love her as is then she moves on. Eliza doesn't care to conceal her opinions or disapproval of something. Her choice of hobbies are of someone who's truly dauntless.
I don't know what Desmond's life has been these last few years. How it's truly been. I know the events and updates on his family. I never expected him to answer my letters when I sent them. Despite the advancements of technology he and I stay old fashioned like that. Clarissa knew but didn't really ask details over what we talked about. I never hid them from her either.
I know where it started. One night I couldn't deal with what I had done. I felt like I needed to let it out. More importantly that Desmond deserved to know the truth. Granted it was years late but better late than never right?
I wrote the letter.
I just never sent it. I couldn't bring myself to. Not only that but I would be betraying my partner's trust and her secret. No matter what it was Clarissa's decision if she ever wanted to speak the truth. I signed up to support her no matter what.
Things in regard to our relationship I asked for respect and distance. If it ever came to Eliza and letting Desmond know I would have put my feelings aside and dealt with it.
Clarissa never decided to tell him so we never did.
Now it seems like we won't have a choice. We don't have any excuse not to allow him to visit. Especially when he made a simple request.
