Prompt 7 : Fulfilment
It's in the small things; the smile they share at breakfast that lights up his entire miserable day; the smooth band around her ring finger which she will hide if anyone notices it; the flowers on her desk, the perfume lingering in his room. It's in the plans he has formulated carefully, cautiously to protect her and ensure that she one day will be his. It's in the lies she has to tell for a snatched moment, every hidden word.
They're not the only lies she tells. She lies to herself, as she ponders the months unmarked by cycle, and tells herself it's stress. It's worry. It's chance. She lies and tells herself her joy is only love for Hamlet; her excitement only indigestion.
But when she and Hamlet can finally be together, they are fulfilled. All three.
A/N: Now, me personally, I was always fond of the 'Ophelia is pregnant' theory ... but they wouldn't let me put it into the play so I put here instead. This is the most adulty one so far, I think.
- Wraithlike
