𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞

Cathryn Lovell

Cathryn retread instantly to her room. Flinging open the window in order to breathe in the sweet night air, anything to get her mind off of the boy in the east wing of the estate. Cathryn couldn't believe it was happening now. She distinctly remembered Ruby's promise, although she hadn't truly believed he's go through with it. Tears brimmed in her blue eyes as she recalled his words.

"Rien ne nous séparera ma chérie, je te retrouverai. Mon amour pour toi est sans fin, évite-moi autant que tu veux. Mais je retrouverai toujours mon chemin vers toi, promis."

"Nothing will separate us my darling, I will find you once more. My love for you is endless, shun me all you want. But I'll always find my way back to you, I promise."

Cathryn yanked her hair out of it's pins, letting them clatter noisily to the floor. She shut her eyes impossibly tight, doing anything to not recall that night with Ruby. She couldn't help but drown herself in her own thoughts.

The back room of the small little speakeasy in Cambridge.

The soft melody of the song seeping through the walls.

Ruby's hair glinting in the moonlight.

Her crumpled dress.

Then later.

Screaming for him to flee.

"Never come back to me!" She had yelled.

Ruby's hurt face, tears trickling into the corner's of his lips.

Cathryn tore herself apart afterwards. Months of not speaking with Clair. Torn between whether she had made the right decision or not. Had she been in love with Ruby or Clair. And now, when she had finally managed to push all thoughts of her former lover away, he came rushing back to her. As he always did, as he had promised. He came rushing back to her with his luminous eyes, rich skin, heavy French accent, and muscular build. So, Cathryn could not stop herself as she exited her temporary room in the Fawn estate. Could not help but move her feet soundlessly to the rhythm of her silent tears. So she stood, hands by her side. Face dampened with her own salty tears, at the rosewood door in the center hallway. Of course, it had been impossible to stop herself. It would be impossible, if you could imagine, for oneself to not desire to see onself's own child.