My ramblings while thinking about the whole fiasco of the kiss. As a fangirl I kinda wanted them to get together, but it wouldn't have worked in the overall plot.
Grey stormy eyes appear and haunt my dreams.
A strong jaw, fine black hair.
Hands' solid weight on my shoulder.
His mouth moves but I hear no voice.
When I wake, I wish I were back there,
but in this house, it cannot be.
As he passes by, my eyes linger.
Long fingers, straight back,
handsome face.
Every now and then I feel his eyes upon me.
Then the ill-fated night as I wake,
my hazy mind recognizes him.
But then the fog clears and I jump away.
The door is open and Alfred stands there.
I act in shock, don't want the shame.
As I yell
I see the pain in his grey eyes.
And in my mind I pray, "I'm sorry."
But in this house, such things are not.