A/N: Here is a new fic I just randomly had an Idea for. I don't think there's anything exactly the same as this, well I hope not.
I'm going to try not to make it like little women. Promise!
Edith, distraught after Patrick's death, leaves Downton and goes to New York to find her self.
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"But why do you want to go?"
Cora said quickly, slightly shocked by the sudden change in her daughters personality. She watched as Edith sorted through her large wardrobe occasionally pulling out a dress shaking her head then putting it back. What she was looking for she wasn't sure, was she packing already? She didn't really understand why her daughter would want to move all the way to America. Move definitely wasn't the right word to use. She was clearly hurting after Patrick had died though she would never tell her that's what she thought. She spoke again sighing and sitting down in a rather unladylike fashion on Edith's bed. She didn't know how speak to Edith. She was never one to be so drastic.
"Why America? Your grandmother would be more than happy to have you stay with her."
"A change is as good as a rest."
Edith refused to look at her mother. She knew she would crumble and give in then. Technically speaking no body had agreed to let her go, yet. She was fed up of always being pushed aside and Patrick's death had just told her one thing. Get out of here. She couldn't stand the countryside anymore and just needed to get away. Some where more than London. If anything she thought her family would be pleased she was leaving. She was never really part of the family. She paused for a moment a hand on one of her coats hearing her mother speak.
"London is just like new york. You could stay with aunt Rosamund."
"Mama please. I want to go. I need to go."
Cora's mouth fell open unable to say anything. When had her daughter became so determined? Who was she to stop her? They grow up so fast. She thought joining her daughter at her wardrobe looking at some of the long dresses hanging up, her fingers trailing along the arm of a red dress she was sure Edith had never worn. What could she say? Maybe it would be good to get her out of Downton for a while. She did seem to have a restricted social circle. Still new york, it was a long way. She wanted to tell Edith she thought it was a bad move and that she would regret it but she knew she would accuse her of favouring her sisters again.
"Where will you stay?"
"In a boarding house. I want to do some writing."
"A boarding house? My dear it would be a lot saner and a lot safer to do some writing right here. It's so...working class. Why the sudden want to uproot your life?"
"Please mother, you sound just like granny and I don't know. I've been thinking of it for a while."
Edith's eyes came slowly to hers in a pleading look of honesty. She knew that her mother would let her go. Her father would be hard to work on but he would come round. Just so long as she didn't have to tell granny. She shivered at the thought sitting down on her bed feeling exhausted from all the grief and fraught emotions. She knew it wasn't ladylike nor expected of her but she needed to start again, find her self. What else could she do? Cora turned towards the door not sure what else to say. It was all settled in Edith's mind and she wasn't sure if Robert would ever agree. Edith stood, her manners told her to, as her mother made to leave hand on the door handle. She turned to her a smile on her face. To Edith it was a fake smile. A smile she put on for visitors, new staff or when she had to act pleased with her husband.
"I will speak to your father about it."
Well that's better than nothing. She thought sitting back down taking a moment to think it through. I Lady Edith Crawley live in New York. She liked the ring it had to it. I Lady Edith Crawley write for the newspapers and have written books. Yes that would be grand, smiling to herself and finally feeling her breathing grow steady and her heart rate slow down she felt better. Maybe I do have a plan and purpose for my boring old life after all.
