Enchanted

You were there again tonight, sat in the staffroom with the rest of the doctors, your laughs were forced and your smiles were fake. The staffroom looks as tired and dreary as ever, the wallpaper peeling in the corner above the kettle where the condensation from the steam had reached it, the sofa a now faded grey colour and the carpet looking listless and old. You try to put on a sincere face for those around you but your eyes are shifting restlessly around the room. You are completely vacant from the conversation going on around you.

Then a spark suddenly light up in your eyes, and I know it is because you've seen my face through the small circular window in the staffroom door, giving you a reason to escape. There is only a mild trace of recognition as your eyes whisper to me

"Have we met?"

Once I know you are coming I make my way down the hall, feeling the silhouette of your shadow starting to make its way towards me. The only light that hits your face is that from a streetlamp outside, the harsh glow somehow softening your delicate features. Having never being good at conversation, whether it be playful, witty or otherwise I have written down all which I wish to say to you, one name of one country where one man we both care about now hides, the letter is carefully passed between us, secretly cloaked by the darkness surrounding us. I was enchanted to meet you. But I would never tell you that.

Now that I have seen you the night around me seems flawless, the dusk and grime of London's street wiped away by my infatuation with you. Although you are not beside me I can feel your blush. I picture you blushing all of the way home, a blush caused by our brief encounter. I know I will spend forever wanting you to know that I was enchanted to meet you. But I would never tell you that.

It's 2am. I'm wondering if you're still awake; I know I am. I would wonder who you love, but I already know the answer and so a different question lingers in my mind. The question keeps me wide awake every time I go to lay my head on my pillow. It has me pacing back and forth, throughout all the rooms of my house. It races through my mind at the speed of light "Could you ever love me?" I find myself praying to gods that I don't even believe exists that our brief meeting may be the start of a whole new storyline for the both of us, instead of a story that had our meeting as its end. I know my thoughts will echo your name,

"Molly Hooper"

until I see you again. I know that I left too soon, but what was I to say to you? There are words I held back and you know there are; I was enchanted to see you. But I would never tell you that.

I want to beg you:

"Please don't be in love with someone else"

But I already know it's too late. You love my brother, and there is nothing I can do to stop it. You have loved him for years; making me wonder if you will ever be able to look pasted his blinding light to me, hiding in his shadow and in my own secrets. Although I hate to admit it we are similar in personality, cold, calculating and above the norm, traits which you find endearing in my brother. Would you ever think the same for me? In physicality my brother and I are vastly different, although we were both gifted with a height advantage the similarities between us stop there. I wish you didn't feel the need to wait upon my brother to notice you. But you do, and there is nothing I can do about it.

I was enchanted to meet you. But I would never tell you. I would only hope you felt the same as I do.

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