Alice leaned back, and gazed over at the woman beside her.
She slept soundly, and every even breath of hers passed by gracefully; it was far too appealing for the Brit.
Alice wanted to turn away, to shield herself from loving her yet she was drawn in to the other's seemingly impossible beauty.
She could almost write about her if people that she knew weren't so difficult for her to write about, and if she hadn't felt that any writing of her wouldn't do her any justice.
It would need to be written by her, and have a beautiful painting that clearly shown who this Frenchwoman was to even come close to her beauty yet that couldn't even touch it.
Alice sighed, and stood up to leave this woman as she longed for far too much of what she couldn't have.
They both knew that this wouldn't last as society forbid it, and they were both engaged anyway.
Francine to Alistair, Alice's 'dear,' older brother, and Alice to Antonio, a charming Spaniard that she had only briefly met.
This stolen moments and days wouldn't last forever, and they'd move on rather tragically with their lives as their love had to die here and now.
Alice wished herself a painter to grace this sight, this beautiful image to paper as she couldn't help but want more of this; she longed for this to last forever even though it wouldn't.
She watched as Francine slowly came back to life from her slumber, the way that the blanket pooled around her waist.
Francine leaned over to kiss Alice goodmorning as if under a trance, and that this moment would never be broken by reality.
Alice sighed, and broke away, "We should stop this."
Francine muttered, "You can't just allow us this moment, can you?"
"We're engaged to other people, and our relationship is wrong." Alice grumbled.
"I don't think that it's wrong." Francine argued back gently.
"But everyone else does." Alice didn't want to continue living this lie, being engaged to someone that she could never dream of loving, and instead clinging to someone that she couldn't.
"Do you?" Francine spoke up sadly and gently, tears pricking at her eyes.
"Yes." Guilt had always gnawed inside Alice's gut over this, but only seemed to increase at the prospect of hurting the other woman.
"Alright." Francine stood up, allowing the blanket to fully drop off of her, and she left, dressing quickly.
Alice watched what felt like her whole world walk away even if she knew that this was the right decision for them both.