Lawrence stepped out of the room, Holo gently sitting on their bed.
He walked out of the inn, and stood on the steps in front of the wooden doors,
he put his face in his hands, quietly sobbing.
Those words haunted him; " there is another who loves me…"
Lawrence wiped his tears with his coat sleeve, and looked at the lively festival happening right in front of him. He thought Holo was by his side, and reached to hold her hand, but his companion
wasn't there. He felt nothing but the cold air. Lawrence shook his head, and began wandering by the crowd. Lawrence kept remembering the moment, and each time his heart broke further.
"Who am I to you?"
Another thought popped in: Holo conversing with Amati.
"Kraft Lawrence is nothing but a spineless coward"
They leaned toward each other for a kiss…
Lawrence grumbled to himself, "Shut up!"
-Skip
Some time had passed. Lawrence walked to the merchant tent of his friend, Mark.
"You can't say I didn't warn you, you were so sure of yourself, but now..."
"I didn't even see it coming, how could I let this happen.."
Lawrence let out a slight mumble, "My beloved companion, Holo.."
He was glad Mark did not notice this
-Skip
Lawrence had waited too long. He had enough, but was waiting for a time to sell the pyrite.
He was too late. Amati happily sold his stock, and got a large amount of coins in return.
Amati gave a smug grin as he walked to Lawrence, and pulled out the marriage contract.
Lawrence grimaced as he saw it. His beloved companion would go to this boy. Amati continued
his grin as he handed the bag of coins, then the contract to Lawrence. Lawrence grabbed the coins, and quietly tucked them into his breast pocket. He looked at the contract, and he could no longer control his emotions. He nearly cried in front of Amati, but quietly held back. All Amati could see in Lawrence's face was sadness. Lawrence borrowed some ink from Mark's nearby shop, and signed the contract, and quietly looked at the signature of his companion before handing it back to Amati. Amati smiled and waved, but Lawrence only shot him a deadly glare. Amati dropped his smile and ran off to Holo. Lawrence walked back to the inn after giving back the ink, but then ran to the inn after it hit him, he realized that he would be alone. The inn keeper barely noticed the tears in his eyes, but ignored him. Lawrence rushed up the stairs to their room. He quietly opened the door, expecting and remembering Holo, but it was just quiet. Nobody, nothing. Lawrence felt his heart sink. Tears were streaming on his face, as he grabbed some paper that he had left over from planning his own shop with Holo back in another town. He remembered what she said, those haunting words once more.
"There is another who loves me"
He hastily wrote on the paper, even some tears getting on the paper. He folded it up carefully, and dried any tears that were on his face using his sleeve. He walked back down stairs, and handed the innkeeper his note. Lawrence carefully instructed the innkeeper to hand this note to his companion Holo when she returned to the inn. He ran back upstairs, quietly sobbing. He knew what he was going to do now.