This is my first SOM fanfic! Be kind! I don't own anything, this is simply me being bored, looking for something to occupy my time with.

Too Late

The Baroness was right. She had feelings for the Captain. It wasn't right; she shouldn't be having these kinds' feelings. She was here on God's errand. The Captain was set to marry. She must leave-that was best for everybody. She quickly packed her belongings in her carpetbag. She paused and looked around the room checking to make sure she hadn't left anything. Just as she expected, nothing was left behind. Her life was contained to this carpetbag, picking up and moving on the drop of a hat. She had always longed to have roots, a real family. She had felt wanted here. Especially by-NO! She can't think like that. She shoved her thoughts into the back of her head and quickly moved over to her desk, sat down, and wrote a short note to the Captain.

Captain,

I know that this is the definition of short notice, but I must leave. I have had an exceptional time here taking care of your seven wonderful children, but I feel I must return to the Abby. If you respect me any, you will not come after, and respect my decision.

Sincerely

Fraulein Maria

It was surely nothing impressive, but it would suffice. The sound of the band playing downstairs was emanating through the walls. She pushed her limbs into the arms of her coat, laced up her shoes, and placed her camel colored hat on her head. She picked up her suitcases and walked out her door. As she walked down the stairs, the music which had been lovely mere minutes ago now started to sound haunting, mocking her. She quickly darted down to the table on the side. She set down her note, took one last look around the von Trapp Villa, turned, picked up her bags and left.

The walk back to the Abby had been a long one. She was alone analyzing her feelings. The emotions started flooding her, and before long, she felt a stream of tears running down her face.

Why had she not the courage to talk to the Captain? She had always been a rather confrontational person, and to her accord, she loved that about her personality-even though she told everybody it was her worst fault. She knew what she wanted to say, and she said it.

It didn't matter now. It was too late to turn back.

The final stretch to the Abby she had decided to run. She ran swiftly, but due to some straggling tears in her eyes, she tripped on a rock and nearly spun out. She grabbed a hold of the wall at her left, let go of her bags, and knees buckling, dropped down, falling to the ground. She sat up against the concrete wall, head on her knees. She spent the next hour or two sitting there with her thoughts, asking God what she was to do.

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