Let's see . . .who is her saviour?

Heaving with all his might, he pulled her limp body across the ground, hauling her from the depths of that ice cold water had exhausted him. Yet, wanting nothing better than to collapse beside her he continued to drag her to shelter under a nearby tree.

Eliza could hear a faint thud of rain, hammering down around her. It was quite surreal, she didn't know what had happened, this was not heaven: hell maybe? She felt temporarily disconnected from the cold world around her. She then remembered the arms of the mysterious being that had dragged her up here. Suddenly she was wrenched from this world she was using as a blanket, and hurled maliciously into reality. She coughed and rolled onto her side, gulping the air in greedily, as though she now wished to feast upon life rather than relinquish it. Frantically she beat away the person patting her back, afraid of who had brought her back to realism.

"Darling, WHY!" the voice of a man cried out.

She paused when she heard the familiar sobs. Steadily she breathed deeply, tears streaming down her face, intermixing with the rain.

"Darling, darling: speak to me." He begged relentlessly.

Eliza squinted through the darkness, "Freddy?" she cried out in disbelief.

"Why?" he continued to cry.

Tears fell from her eyes as she stared unblinkingly into the young man's face, "What...why?"

He replied with what he assumed she needed to hear, "You're fine now, I saved you."

"Sa-saved?" she replied shakily.

"Your safe." He tried to cradle her limp form in his arms.

She pushed him away, and with surprising strength she pushed her way to an upright stance. Though she stood their shakily, she uttered with unquestionable defiance, "You have not saved, but doomed me!"

Freddy looked on, frozen to the ground as though the rain had matted him against it. An awesome barrel of thunder orchestrated the moment.

"Why could you not leave me to go with some dignity!" she cried out manically.

"Di-dignity?" he was so confused; why would she want to go at all?

"Oh you utter idiot Freddy!" she threw her arms wildly around as more thunder erupted from the skies.

Freddy clambered upwards a little feebly. "But you fell, I saved you."

"I came here tonight to end the pain and misery, I came to make a hole in that river!" she pointed her hand toward said river. "I fell with purpose."

"I.." realisation struck him, "But darling, it's...illegal."

"No! It is now, if you had just let me be I would be dead and the fault would lay with nobody!" she screeched to the heavens.

Freddy looked her up and down in utter disbelief, she was shaking uncontrollably, as was he.

Eliza collapsed onto her hands and knees, pounding her fists into the mud. "Why can't you men just leave me where I am found? Damn your heroics!"

Freddy felt a pang of something indescribable in his heart, "But why? That is all I ask!"

"Why, WHY? Because I want my pain to end, I don't give a damn if it was selfish!" she contorted her face to meet her excruciating pain. She sobbed into her dress. Freddy knelt beside Eliza and lay his arm across her back to comfort her.

Having him sat beside her, holding her eased her pain momentarily. It was almost like having Henry there, and for a moment she deluded herself into this sense of security, stared into Freddy's eyes, and touched his cheek. He could bare it no longer, he cradled her face in his hands and pressed his lips onto hers. A moment he had waited his whole life for. Though the circumstances were far from ideal, he felt that at things were in their right place, and she was perhaps now his.

Eliza however did not have these mutual feelings. His kiss was too eager, he lacked a maturity she had become accustomed to, and she was not falling in love with Freddy's kiss as she had with her husband's. It was wrong, her mind had contorted itself, it had interpreted Freddy's infatuation as Henry's love. She had fallen into a trap that had only one escape; she had to flee.

Pulling her lips from his, she felt horrified at her mistake.

"NO!" she cried, wishing it had never happened!

Freddy was dumbfounded as to what was so evidently wrong.

She pulled away from him, stumbling blindly as she ran into the darkness.

Freddy caught a glimpse of Eliza's discarded shoes, she would tear her delicate feet to shreds without those. He made to follow her, taking a slight detour to retrieve her heels, before speeding after her with hast into the night.

Her feet throbbed as she relentlessly pounded through the streets. All were empty except the frightened woman, and the young man fruitlessly tailing her with no hope. Though her chest was on fire, and her body cried out in protest, she ran agonisingly until she reached her front door. She leant against the frame for support, panting like a wounded animal. Freddy was not far behind, and soon made his entrance.

"El-Eliza. . . your, shoe-shoes." He was also terribly out of breath.

"Go away Freddy." She sobbed, "Just leave me!"

He did not stray, he held out an arm and offered her the shoes.

Eliza grabbed them and flung them with all her remaining might across the street. Freddy watched their flight awestruck.

"Follow them, and never come back!" she began unlocking the door.

"I love you." Freddy uttered with feeble defiance.

"Go home Freddy Eynsford-Hill." Through the tears and rain, her beauty looked murderous.

"Darling I will not leave you." He smiled at his own words, thinking them to be flattering.

"I am NOT your darling, go home to your mother." She pleaded with him.

He replied in the same manner, "I'm awfully sorry, but I don't want to."

Finally Eliza flung the door open, "Damn what you want!" She threw herself within 27A Wimpole streets four walls, and slammed the door in a mixture of rage and dread of what was to come next.

Oh yes . . Freddy's back in town ;) (Although that isn't necessarily a good thing; does anyone actually like him?)