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Song in my Head
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Matthew Crawley walked with his cousin Lady Edith Crawley. They were visiting the nearby churches. Normally Matthew was very interested in architecture and old buildings, especially churches.
He liked their 'feel', their smell and their purpose. Places of refuge, of rest and solitude.
Yes Matthew liked churches on a good day.
Today however wasn't a good day. He was distracted by his cousin Mary; he wondered what she was doing. He'd heard that they two gentlemen visiting from London, one an Englishman and the other a Turk.
Were they having fun, enjoying the countryside? He hoped they were, riding and having fun. Not for the first time he wished they had invited him, he'd have refused of course. He didn't like riding that much and Mary would probably ignore him, but still he would have loved to spend time with Mary. Be in her presence.
Cousin Mary Crawley; she was rude, arrogant, opinionated and… pretty. He liked her bluntness, she wasn't afraid to tell you what she really thought. She didn't care what others thought and didn't do anything she was ordered to or that she didn't want to do.
Why doesn't she want to be with me? Spend some time with me? Rile me up and abuse me? Why? Talk to me? Be with me?
2
Matthew Crawley was walking down the street thinking about Cousin Mary. He wondered how she was, they hadn't spoken in days. Of course he'd heard about her from his mother but he was yearning to see her. Talk to her, smile at her; watch her smile at him. He wanted to tease her and to be teased by her.
He was really hopeless, he knew. Mary would never see him as anything other than the man who had taken her money and her land. A usurper.
He saw her sitting on the bench. She was quite alone. Serene and beautiful, not just pretty anymore but quite the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
She smiled at him. He sat down to join her and without thinking, he was suggesting to her that maybe they ought to meet more often, spend time together. The most amazing thing was that Mary didn't say no, she was willing to spend time with him. Laugh with, and at him.
3
Matthew Crawley sat with his dearest Mary, for that is what she was to him. Dearest, beloved Mary. She had asked that sandwiches be prepared for him; he knew to thank him for rescuing Sybil. Sitting with Mary alone was all the thanks he needed and there she was smiling, teasing and looking at him. Looking at him, with what he hoped was love, or at least perfect regard.
Without thinking, when did he ever think when Mary was in the vicinity, he was kissing her. And she was kissing him back. He smiled at her; he couldn't remember a more perfect moment in all his life.
He loved her, he supposed he always had but right now, at this moment when she was looking at him with wonder, passion and something he hoped was love. He could admit it to himself.
She was the reason he wanted to become the Earl. The reason why he wanted to remain here and if he was honest the reason he got up every morning. Mary Crawley. His Mary.
He touched the side of her face and she touched him back. Mary, Mary, Mary, he said to himself.
He wondered if she felt as deeply as he did. She must otherwise we would not be here like this, he thought.
Perhaps I should ask her, ask her to marry me. Surely she will say yes.
The kiss deepened.
Perhaps I will her another time. Let us have this perfect moment.
They broke off the kiss both smiling at each other.
Yes, I will ask another time. He kissed her again.
The end.
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