A/N: Edith and Patrick's Romance. Edith looks back at what happened between them. One shot.
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It was so tragically beautiful it was almost perfect. Their, her love had not been noticed and therefore had not been rejected. Their romance had never been acted out, never given a chance, never tried out. There was no disillusionment and Patrick would always be perfect to her. Idolised in undying youth and the hazy days of love. The sweet memories still haunting her even when the years were flying by. She would now look at parts of the house where they had shared a conversation or a snatched glance no longer with pain but with bitter sweetness. The wound of loss still so very open, her family ripping it wide open when it was almost healed, Mary dripping in poison when ever she could
She had of course expected to lose him. She had prepared her self for the moment but she had never prepared her self for it to come so soon, so unexpected and through death. The sadness, loneliness she thought she had escaped from with him had all been a dream, a dream that slowly faded into wakening moments after his death. She was so scared of losing people now. Her family had slipped away from her as she had grown up, lost friends and a rare suitor. She knew how to continue when they were no longer in your life but how to live when they were no longer there...that was unknown and seeming like an increasingly impossible feat.
They had shared moments together, this made her sure it was not all in her head like her family said. The way he would take her hand to say goodbye and his lingered too long on hers, the way his hands drifted lower when they were dancing and when he leaned in even closer when he would kiss her goodnight. She was in a way glad that they had not become a couple. It would have made it even more real and the aftermath from her family would have been dangerous so she had said nothing and shivered under his touch and returned his nervous smile. But then it had happened. When she had been alone in the hall and he had come to say goodbye. He lent in to kiss her cheek and somehow fate had pushed them together and both turned their heads at the right moment their lips crashing together making such a sweet and denied connection. Both jumping back afraid what it had meant and she couldn't help but look at him, wondering he had felt it too or if he would be embarrassed and would hide away from her. How she wished now they had spoken about it, that she had been braver for a few months later her had boarded the ship of dreams, the ship that had stolen her dream. It was like a punishment for wanting something she couldn't have and now she had been burnt by the fires of love and had learnt such a powerful lesson. Her love for Patrick would never die but it would be hidden and turn her so bitter and mean. Everyone paying the price for such a broken and painful love, for a heart torn in two. The damage was done, almost becoming dangerous.
Lovers destined to always be apart. The stars working their magic to keep their paths from crossing. To her they would always be lovers. Not the cheap dirty type of affair. No, the every essence of the word. Love. Even if he didn't truly love her she could always believe he did. What was the harm in it? Yes, they would always be star-crossed lovers even if neither one had realised it. To Edith it meant the world that someone, something somewhere had tried to keep them apart. It only meant so much because that meant someone had noticed their love. The love others refused to acknowledge and accept, the love even Patrick was scared of facing. It would always be theirs frozen in time forever and they had something to define the confusing time spent together. Star-Crossed lovers.
