I'm attempting to write fics again on a new account. I actually had this one planned for a long time but never really felt that it was developed enough. Anyway, please let me know what I can work on and whatnot. Alsoyesididjustnameaficafteramarianastrenchsongdon'tjudgeme
There was silence. In the barons office with all its golden splendour and lush velvet furniture the silence was one that was sickeningly out of place. It was Augustus Reinhold himself who forced a question into that silence, he was the only one who had any right to.
"How long will it be then?"
"It's hard to say at her state. She's a fighter alright; yet she's been in and out of it for a long time. All I know is that she may have a few weeks...at best."
He nodded and dismissed him, sitting down after a moment and he began to think. He thought for a long time with his eyebrows scrunched and his hands clasped over his belly. He might have thought the day away if not for the voices.
The first one he recognized instantly as his wife. When he first realized he loved her, it was one that filled him with happiness whenever he heard it. Nowadays it was a cold kind of happiness. A second voice was also present; this one had a bubbly sort of lilt to it; it belonged to his daughter. Her voice also had a cold kind of warmth to it, one that should never be.
He had tried loving her for Violets sake. She was just a child, barely a toddler even; yet a thought in the back of his head continued to remind him of the undeniable truth. After Flora was born, Violets health had waned immensely. It was gradual at first; she had gotten a bit more paler, developed under eye circles, sniffled more often; he chalked it up to her having just given birth. Then it began to include dizzy spells and breathing troubles. Over time her face had lost its glow and held a gaunt like appearance.
It worried him even in the beginning, but being the person she was Violet gently informed him that he was being silly and shook her head, smiling. Whenever she said this a part of him believed her and another part of him wanted to be true. Besides, whenever he saw her fawning over Flora he just couldn't bring it upon himself to ruin that happiness.
It couldn't last forever though, one day she collapsed. It wouldn't have mattered if she had the strength to fight him at that time because after that he wouldn't let one peep out of her about him being 'silly'. He 'hired' servants to pamper her and to keep Flora busy and the best Doctor he could buy was summoned immediately. This infuriated her; she disliked being treated as if she were frail.
"Really Augustus!" She would exclaim whenever she could. Those were often on her best days when she almost looked like she was healthier. Upon seeing her like this, Augustus almost fooled himself into thinking things were getting better. It seemed this was one of those days. He smiled, lifting himself up and went to check on the source of the voices.