Marvelous:
God. What. Have. I. Done? Henry thought as he hurried to Diana's house. How could I have driven her into the arms of that low-life, good-for-
nothing, gambling excuse for a man? He knocked on the door to the Holland's residence.
Cara answered the door.
"Oh, Mr. Schoonmaker. What can I do for you?"
"I must speak with Diana." Henry said, urgently.
"I'm so sorry Sir, please do come in. May I take your hat?"
"No, I just need to speak to her." Henry was getting impatient
"Alright I'll just be one moment then." Cara said as she hurried up stairs. She came back within five minutes.
"Um Mr. Schoonmaker, Miss Diana won't be seeing anyone today."
At this, Henry stormed up the stairs, and burst into Diana's room ignoring Cara as she exclaimed how he was being very ungentlemanly.
"Diana! How dare you not see me!" Henry yelled so angry but so happy to see that she was well, actually more than well she was looking
absolutely gorgeous.
"Henry what on earth are you thinking barging in on me in my own house?"
"Diana, I must see you, I need to speak with you." Henry explained clearly seeing her softened his heart.
"What about? Is this another, 'I don't love Penelope' lie? Or maybe an 'I promise I will leave her' or an 'I love you Diana you're my one and only
true love' talk?" Diana spat.
Her words tore through him like razors. He knew all his words seemed like lies, but when he has said them he had meant them he didn't mean
for things to get so complicated. He knew what he did was wrong but he didn't know he had hurt her so.
"You know I do love you Diana. And I would never ever intentionally hurt you. But I've come for a different reason. Grayson has told me that he
has proposed to you and I was hoping you could tell me that you would never agree to marry such a bastard."
At this Diana snorted.
"Of course Henry because I'm just supposed to pine over you until the day I die right? Well you sir, are seriously mistaken! Can I never be
happy? You, you get to have a wonderful family, and as I gear it that family is about to expand, and you just expect me to not have a life after
you? How is that at all fair to me?" Diana was on the verge of tears.
"Diana please," Henry pleaded and moved closer to her. He cupped her face and kissed her forehead. Her cheek. And finally her trembling lips.
"Henry I will always love you, but you can't dangle your love in front of my face only to snatch it away again, and again, and again. I am going
to marry Grayson Hayes, and when we are together I will pretend it is you kissing me, and touching me. I know I can't have you, and now I
think you should leave." She said as she wiped away a few tears.
"Diana I-" Henry began.
"Goodbye Henry, you have already made your decision, when you decided to marry her." Henry could see the hurt in Diana's eyes as she
referred to Penelope.
Not wanting to cause Diana anymore pain he left the Holland's, and instead of going home he made his way to the nearest bar, where he
proceeded to drink away his endless pain.
As Henry left Cara pushed open Diana's door.
"Miss Diana did he hurt you?" Cara asked.
"No Cara I'm fine, thank you." Diana said through her tears.
"Shall I bring your tea then miss?"
"No thank you Cara, I need my beauty sleep, as I will be going to Mr. Hayes house tomorrow." Diana said as her body was completely taken
over by tears.
Diana then made her way to her bed. She knew she could never muster even a fraction of the amount of love she had for Henry towards
Grayson. She slumped down in her cover before getting up and going underneath her bed for the one thing in the world that could comfort her
now. As she cried herself to sleep, she lay clutching a bowler hat that had the initials H.S. on the rim.
Just a poem I wrote tell me how you like it!
Butterflies
Thinking of your beautiful smile
Butterflies
The breathtaking gaze that on occasion you allow to be mine
Butterflies
The curls of chocolate so messily place upon your head
Butterflies
The smile that warms even my icy heart
Butterflies
Your voice of velvety gold, My heart sings and my stomach lurches with
Butterflies
Your arms around her
The flowers die
Another layer of ice refrozen upon my heart
I realize that everything you said to me was just to pass the time and meant
Nothing
I see you smile, and beautiful face
A pang in my heart, I fight them but can't seem to hold them back
Butterflies
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