Leaving - Part 1 |
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Chapter 8 |
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| I open my eyes to the sun slanting in through the window. Groaning, I sit up, mind still fogged with sleep. Half out of bed, I stop; the memory of my dreams crashing through me. Images whirling through my head, I dress hurriedly then rush towards Elspeth’s rooms, driven by a sudden desperation. I reach the top of the stairs and find her just outside her room, obviously on the way down to firstmeal. I reach out, grabbing her arm urgently, and she turns to look at me, faint surprise colouring her voice. “Rushton? What are you doing here?†Words pour out of me, images spilling into the air. “I had such terrible dreams last night. You kept leaving. At the stables, in the garden, the tunnel, the mountains and the maze. You love me but you kept leaving and not letting me come. You left and you never came back! Please, tell me it’s not true! Say the voice was wrong. You won’t leave me like that, will you?†I stop, panting; part of me feeling foolish, but needing an answer. She reaches up cupping my face in her hands and looking deep into my eyes. “I love you, Rushton, and I always will.†We stand like that for a long moment, searching each other’s eyes. Then she turns away, starting to climb down the stairs. “Come,†she calls back to me, “join me for firstmeal. We both have a busy day ahead.†As I follow her down to the dining hall, I realise that she did not actually answer my question. Then, I remember her eyes, and I know. I have always known. |
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