||Thirty Three||-›Departure

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dedicated to itsVelBiches & nihilari_an

❝There was no leaf upon the forest bare,
No flower upon the ground,
And little motion in the air
Except the mill-wheel's sound.❞

•Percy Bysshe Shelley.

Journeys can be scarring

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Journeys can be scarring...

Worker's Quarter ꨄ︎

Eliza engulfed Julius in a tight embrace. Her heavy bust pressed almost painfully at his chest as her tears wet his clothed shoulder.

"I'll miss you greatly," she sobbed.

"I shall miss you too," Julius awkwardly reciprocated her hug. He was not holding her as tightly.

"That's quite enough," feigning annoyance, Ferguson pried the clinging scullery maid away from Julius.

"Do not be unkind, he is a dear friend," Eliza whined with a hiccup.

"Oh dear," Bartholomew scoffed.

Julius and the other three temporary workers to leave were surrounded by the other footmen and maids.

"Where is your house located in North Porlock, humph? I'll pay you a visit," Ferguson attempted to jest, but his sad smile betrayed his endeavour. "Don't look too down, be glad you get to travel about. Folks like me have been trapped in one town since the day we were born."

Julius could only afford a nod. He was cautious about how ruined he might sound if he were to speak.

"I won't deny it, I'll miss you and your oafish ways," Ferguson teased with a sad laugh and a gentle tap on Julius' shoulder.

"You will be missed, Julius," Batholomew agreed, barely meaning it. 

"I'll miss you as well," Julius' friend-foe, Morris, chimed in. "Who else has the ability to gain anonymous clothing from wealthy folks."

Julius' eyes landed on Rebekah, she was standing in front of a double flapping door. She quickly averted her gaze when she caught him staring. His heart sunk at the display.

Madame Marian walked in then, gaining the attention of everyone. "I am sure they have been showered with your well wishes but I must escort them to the iron gate, two carriages are present as we speak."

"Rebekah, won't you say your goodbyes?" Ferguson suddenly called.

"Of course," Rebekah nodded in agreement.

Julius' heart pounded and his breath hitched in his throat.

Rebekah slowly walked towards Julius till their faces were barely apart.  She paused, staring at him attentively. Suddenly, she held onto him and engulfed him in a gentle embrace.

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