Drabble for the prompt fool
Her Fool
I love you. You know that don't you? These words still ring in her ears as she stands in the hall. God, she knows that he loves her. Loves her so much that he just acts without thinking of the consequences. Marrying him will never change that. The smartest man she knows is also the dumbest sometimes. Isn't that why she loves him though? He acts with his heart to correct an injustice, to cheer for the underdog, to care for others before himself. The blasted man is so infuriating.
She turns back to the door, hand on the knob, the tug of war continuing in her mind. She doesn't want to be angry with him but it's easier than being angry with the horrible situation they are in. He will love her unconditionally, this she knows for certain. Her church, her friends easily turned their backs on her but her Lucien would...will never do that.
Opening the door ever so slowly, she sees him staring, tears streaming down his face. So sure that the tumbler of whiskey would be poured out, his crutch when things get difficult, that she drew in a deep breath when she sees it missing.
"Jean," Lucien manages to croak out. "Don't leave me. I'm a bloody fool but please don't leave me."
Oh this man! Making her way to him, rounding the desk, standing over him so closely that she can feel him trembling. "You are a bloody fool!" Stroking his cheek, he melts in her hands. "You are a bloody fool to think I would leave you." She kisses him deeply, fiercely, winding her hands behind his head as she pulls herself closer. Lips finally part for the air that is needed. She whispers, "You are my fool, my love, always and forever."