Silenced Revelations.
To Love A Crane.
It was a summer night like none other in Harmony, the air thick as enough that you could touch it as you walked through the quiet streets and everything around exuded the sounds and smells of it. She'd always loved this time of year, perhaps it was the small picturesque town that triggered her adorations or the certain look of the paled cerise sun as it settled itself down onto the clear lapping waters of the pier.
Tonight was different though instead of sitting along by the pier taking in all the surrounds their was a change in the warm pacific winds. Everyone had always found Theresa Lopez - Fitzgerald quite doe eyed in her young age. Your head's always in the clouds Theresita, her mother would always call out to her when caught in one of her childish dazes. She was a dreamer, and she admired the fact and at times she'd pity those who said she was foolish those who hadn't believed in the many wonders of hope and fate, her two favourite words according all those who've heard her speak of it, which was about now the entire population of the small town at the edge of Maine; The logical, she'd call those who told her ideas where only those of a teenage girl who very well knew no better. They were the unlucky ones, the one dimensional for they only lived in one world one mentality where as she had two lives. Her dreams and her realities.
At many summers when school was out and everyone else was too caught up in their own rational lives and thinking. Theresa would find herself by those same docks, the porthole for her realities to transform into her dreams. Harmony was her home, it had always been since the day she had been born but somewhere deep down in the depths of herself she knew that she was different then than all the other inhabitants something about her character always set her apart to even those she was close to…maybe she wasn't made for this town. A town which only endeared her as an impractical teenage girl, who'd let her imaginings take hold of her.
Yet even so things were different, tonight wasn't just any summer night. Tonight was the night Theresa Lopez - Fitzgerald would play contrary to all, tonight was when all of her dreams would become reality and she would show everyone who thought different that they were truly wrong. Tonight was the night she'd prove to herself finally that she belonged…
Her dramatic brown eyes leapt with joy as they caught glances.Both unselfishly caught in each others eyes for choice moments as he'd turn away and once more turn all his intentions to his intended. A frown came upon her freshly crossed lips causing her eyebrows to furrow, she understood now it wasn't love they had simply obligations opposed by a higher power to keep the superficial wishes of wealth growing within the two families: Crane and Hotchkiss. Two of the wealthiest in town.
It had taken her determination she'd never dedicated anything with, but in time Theresa managed to do the unthinkable, at least to everyone else. She'd always been in love with a Crane, even the blind could have picked up on the fact within just one conversation; Nevertheless this time a Crane had fallen in love with her. By the looking her eyes she knew that she wasn't the only one to fall for Ethan Crane, and a part of her felt horrible to hurt Gwen, but he didn't love her…time and time again through their nights together beyond the small whisper in their dances, or in the bounds of the brief moments after a kiss he'd breath the words Theresa always knew he would say, and she believed him with every part of her.
And with those words in mind she waited, her eyes glistening whenever she saw him approaching the stage or pulling Gwen closely as if to reveal their secret and end the perpetual madness. At times she'd grow impatient, but the words somehow calmed her into waiting past one more song, one more dance.
He only smiled through the crowd thanking everyone for coming, and sharing in one of the happiest nights of his life. It took her no longer for her to figure out she'd been lied to, subtlety she slipped away from all her face becoming worm as her eyes stung with tears of hurt.
She ran not caring what the action would do to the dress and shoes that she had spent hours picking out for his liking. She didn't even bother to admire how particularly beautiful the streets looked embraced by summers calm warming touch. Suddenly it all seemed insignificant, nothing really mattered anymore and the more and more the condescending voice rung through her mind Theresa's mind contemplated if they were true, about her, about her way of thinking…about everything.
Theresa collapsed upon the dewy grass in her solitude, and a sob became of her tone as her hands collapsed in her face. The sound of her crying intensified within each minute, as she felt as if her whole entire body would give out on her. This was pain, the worst of its nature… but in spite of what she was feeling, it wasn't the end.
Closing Thoughts - You Like? I knew for a long time I vowed I wouldn't write a Theresa story due to the fact that there are so many out there,and I've had this idea in my head for quite some time I've decided to share it with y'all. This story's going back to the beginning of Passions, before all the crazy repetitive madness J.E.R keeps on dishing out ; Sort of like a what if fic. So I hope you liked the first chapter, and I also hope you review! Don'twe all.
