||Thirty Six||-›Supplication

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❝There is a thing in me that dreamed of trees, a quiet house, some green and modest acres. A little way from every troubling town.❞

•Mary Oliver.

Cried the lady, brother! brother! brother! Your land will forsake you

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Cried the lady, brother! brother! brother! Your land will forsake you...

Rose Hedge Maze ꨄ︎

Julius and Rebekah walked side by side through the 5'6 rose hedge maze. The nippy wind blew Julius' shirt and the hem of Rebekah's coat. A place she had once consoled him, was to become a place she was likely to rebuke him. How strange and mocking the world was. Fireflies danced above their heads, as naive as cattles unaware of impending slaughter.

Julius decided to end the silence. "How are they taking my stay?"

Rebekah stroked the sleeve of her coat as they traversed. "Ferguson is pleased, Morris was furious, he could not hide it. He called you a rotten opportunist."

Julius breathed a deep sigh at the words.

"Your timid friend, Hugh Greenwood, he also seemed pleased but there was worry present behind his gaze. I do not know what brought it there but it was there."

A shudder ran through Julius. It seemed the soul of the dead lady kept haunting him as though he was her killer. He would do as Hugh asked of him even though he remained dubious. He was sure Hugh intended to carry out his plan whether he stayed in Wellington or left for Porlock. He made a mental note to visit the worker's quarter soon.

"I do not need you to deny anything and I do not wish you confirm anything either," Rebekah slowly began, digressing from their former conversation. "Watch over yourself, Julius! Please keep a watchful eye, the people of Wellington aren't forgiving," pleaded Rebekah suddenly, letting out a plaintive cry.

Her words were like a dreadful gash to his heart. "I will," Julius murmured with a blanch expression, understanding the hesitation in Rebekah's manner, the fear that had suddenly crept into her oval-shaped visage.

She looked away from him, seeming to blink back tears. Her brown skin shone in the moonlight, almost appearing as an apatura iris. "I am not used to this nor do I know how to feel, but there is one thing that I know and I hope that it doesn't sound too vulgar, too pretentious of me when I say I see you as a brother. Our skin colour is distinct, and so is our journey and background, but nothing feels more real than my impression of you," she turned to him and clasped his hand in hers. Julius looked at it and his lips trembled.

An oath broke from her lips. "My beliefs will not allow me condole this love, but it isn't my place to dictate your stance with heaven either. I am simply here to assure you that your secret stays with me and that our friendship hasn't altered."

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