Disclaimer; I don't own either of these characters although they would get fair more storylines if I did! :)
This is my first attempt at fanfiction so I would really appreciate some feedback!
Her mind was awash with pent up emotion from the day. She had to be the strong one but it was taking its toll on her. Memories of the anguish and innocence across Daisy's face, as she into a wedding that she hadn't had to decide whether or not she wanted, flashed through her mind as she opened the door to her pantry. Darkness had engulfed the room as it was now past two in the morning. She forced herself to light the lamp even though every part of her wanted to be engulfed in the darkness. She couldn't understand the numbness that she was feeling. She had loved William like a son and yet she couldn't cry.
It was all just so confusing because it was all just so very wrong. There were so many things that should not have happened today. William was a lovely young lad in love with a beautiful young girl. Their weeding should have been the happiest day of their lives. They could have had the opportunity to have a life of happiness together instead their married life lasted mere hours. Part of her was happy that at least he had gotten home to be with the one he loved in his final hours but part of her was also so angry at what had happened. The war changes everything and what makes it worse is that you can't pinpoint your anger. She had forced to put on a brave face for the sake of the rest of the house. Although, if she was honest with herself, it was for her own sake as much as theirs. The thoughts of letting all her barriers down terrified her. It scared her because she didn't what she would do. She knows she should cry but what if she didn't! She had basically lost her child but couldn't bring herself to cry over him. The fear of having to acknowledge the loss is what scared her most of all. She knew if she let herself give in to her tears then she would not be strong enough to build herself back up again.
Amid all her confusion, she had managed to make her was over to her chair. She simply sat with her hands in her lap and just stared at them. It is said that the hands give away one's age and oh how her hands betrayed the years of hard work she had put in. In some ways it was calming to count the lines on her hands. I was a way of ordering things. She liked to assign each crease a different memory. It gave her a way of pushing her thoughts out of the murky darkness of her mind.
She was so caught up in her imperfections that she did not hear the gentle knock on her door and then the soft click as it was open and shut. It was his footsteps that got her attention. He was standing over her but she could not bring herself to look up at him. She knew if she did it would be the same look William had given Daisy and she couldn't bring herself to show him.
He gently reached down and took her hands in his own.
That is when she looked at him.
And then the tears fell.
The end.
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