claude was not in love with him.
at least...
she didn't want to be.
you love leith! the fond memories reminded her
you could love luc more! her heart screamed at her
tugging
pulling
hurting
she didn't want to love him
~:~
luc was in love with her.
he was in love with
those doe-like brown eyes
and the curls,
those ringlets that had felt so soft beneath his fingers when they had -
no.
not yours luc, honey, never was.
~:~
she couldn't help it see
sometimes she just got so caught up
in the gentle smile
the kindness
the general goodness of him
but she had made leith a promise
and she had hurt him so much already
and she wanted to keep it, dammit,
she wanted to!
but she was falling in love again and again
~:~
he couldn't help it see
he had never intended to love claude
it was just a political match
but he got so caught up in that clever flash of her dark eyes
the way she flounced off away from him
that sound she made when he -
her honesty
the heart that she tried so hard to keep hidden
and he was in love just like that
~:~
so she wrote to leith
not expecting an answer, no, she knew better
just wanting to remind herself of where her heart belonged
she had made him a promise
and luc was nothing to her really
a marriage that they'd both been pushed into
at least that's what she told herself
as she avoided those kind (pained) eyes and
walked away from his open arms
~:~
luc knew and he wanted to understand.
he loved her. he dreamed of her.
but she was not his to dream about.
not his, never was, never would be
he loved her though! -
and that was why he let her go.
