A random fluff that came into my busy little mind while I was thinking about things instead of listening to my friends. I hope they didn't mind too much, just as much as I hope you enjoy this short piece.
Anna was talking but her voice seemed drowned out; I was trying to understand what she was saying, I really was but I just couldn't hear. I was standing to close to Mr. Carson, I'd never thought about it before but we always do stand together; we are a pair. However I'm just like the next person; I lie. Of course I've thought about it before but I knew the things I thought of, the daydreams I'd construct in my head would never be blessed upon me so I blocked them all out. I blocked them all out until today that is, all those daydreams, all those happy moments we've shared; they just came flooding back into my head. I was overwhelmed with it all, I was so happy which was understandable but like all good things the low quickly followed. The low that reminded me why I locked it all away in the first place, the low that told me I could never have what I desired, the low that lead to lose that I never really could have because I never had anything in the first place, yet the low that felt so real. The low that was very real and brought back the ever so frightful pain of heartbreak.
Anna's voice came back into focus but I never did hear exactly what she was saying until she said, "Is it okay then? Can we go Mrs. Hughes?"
"What?" I replied carelessly.
"Anna was just asking you if she and the other maids could go into the village tonight." Mr. Carson told me.
"Yes, I don't see why not. I dare say you all deserve it." I smiled.
"Thank you Mrs. Hughes!" said Anna before she turned around and walked away.
"Are you quite alright Mrs. Hughes?" asked Mr. Carson.
"Yes, why?" I inquired.
"Well you seemed in a daze while Anna was speaking to you and…" He replied.
"And?" I said wanting him to continue.
"And, well… Mrs. Hughes, you appear to be holding my hand."
"What?" I said shocked and immediately looking down to my hand which was, most horrifyingly, holding Mr. Carson's hand,
"I... I'm sorry…" I trailed off confused.
"May I ask why exactly you are holding my hand?"
My brain went dead; I had no explanations. Or did I?
"I was scared," I whispered.
"Of what?" he asked.
"The unknown."
He looked into my eyes for what seemed years, it was rather awkward on my part but it was like he was searching through all my thoughts and feelings; like he was interrogating me without even talking. Then he just leant over, like it was the most normal thing in the world, and kissed me. I was shocked of course but he found it rather amusing.
"You mean that unknown?" he chuckled.
"Exactly that," I whispered once more.
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