Author's note: This is a very short introspective, set between Fran leaving her mother's apartment in 'Call Me Fran' and reaching the Sheffield mansion. This is my first 'Nanny' fanfic, so please be gentle :P
Disclaimer: All characters, plot lines etc are property of their respective owners. I'm just playing with them for a while.
I have to move on.
Ma is right. Val is right. Gracie is right.
I blew it on the first date. I blew it again on the second date, and now Mr Sheffield is never going to give me another chance. He'll never let our relationship go past what it is right now- nanny and boss.
I have to accept that. I have to come to terms with the fact that the man I love- the man I want to spend the rest of my life with- doesn't want me.
And that's never going to happen while I'm living under the same roof as him.
I should be crying right now. And I know that as soon as I say goodbye to Mr Sheffield and walk out that door, I'll break down. Right now, the only thing that's stopping me from losing it is focussing on what I'm about to do.
It's going to be hard. Unbearably, painfully hard. But I have to do this. I can't keep hoping and wishing and dreaming about something that's never going to happen. I can't keep loving a man that's never going to love me.
Miss Babcock warned me about this, years ago when we were trapped in that wine cellar. I just never guessed how right she'd turn out to be.