𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚛, 𝙻𝚊𝚠𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎

He takes off his coat and rests it on my shoulders, looking out into nothing from the back of the empty train container. "Lawrence do you ever think about how life could've been different if you made just one decision....?" He asks lightly, looking down at the tracks and the pebbles under them.

"Well Tate.. I used to think about it all the time. Wondering what my next move would be and what the outcome would be. Most of it would be wondering what choice would get me you."

He turns to me, blinking blankly. "I think that's where fate comes in, personally..." he mumbles shyly.

"Did fate get me you, Tate?" I ask lightly, turning to him as he slowly looks at me with a cold red nose.

"Yes.."

He grabs onto my jaw lightly and pulls me in, kissing my cheek meaningfully but he waits their for a second, obviously unsatisfied. He lets out a deep, worried breath before finally presses his cold lips to mine.

-

Lawrence Lace, a young lady in 1887, has a twin brother named Avery. Avery is a fine young man, and since their birth Avery has been the closest friend of Tatum Tillings. Tate is around a year older, wavy hair, skinny, pale, tall and handsome in the finest ways. Lawrence developed a liking to him in the early years of grade school, but since has always fancied him.

Tate though, being a year older, had always had this unspoken agreement with the Lace's to marry Lawrence's sister, Presley. Presley was Tate's age, a year older than the twins, and was oh so successful for a woman, and planned to be a nurse. Lawrence never got the guy, and was never as successful, until Tate's business trip makes him rethink his decisions.. and he gets in the habit of writing Lawrence letters.

Lawrence finally felt happy while she talked to Tate, something since this business trip made him much sweeter. What happens between the two forbidden lovers when societal norms and their families get in the way of their own unique love story?