A/N I know it's short, but the next one will be long; no worries. Enjoy, and leave a review!
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Dedicated to: Chopin's scherzo in B Flat Minor, opus 31
Scherzo
"Timothy, do you remember when we used to think we would never see each other?" Dorcas asked one day, her arm entwined in Timothy's.
"I do," Timothy said, and he smiled, though he didn't mean it. He had never forgiven her for what she had done to him that day. She broke his heart clean through, and he should have been able to stay away like they promised, but he kept finding important business that kept him at the post office, especially when Dorcas's father had died. "I don't think I was capable of living without Zillah's pastries," he said, knowing that Dorcas would believe him, or at least pretend to. She only smiled knowingly.
They passed by the elder, looking at a carving that had aged five years, a carving they both tried to ignore. Yes, things were as normal as ever, but it wasn't enough. Timothy had a sudden impulse to take Dorcas by the shoulder and kiss her, but he repressed it. He couldn't and he wouldn't. He would never hold her, or kiss her. And above all, he would never marry her. Oh, if you knew what you did to me, he thought, as he bowed to take his leave.
A/N Review! This is the penultimate instalment, by the way; I forgot to mention that. ;) Danke. ~ the shattered star
