26. Trivial

We are constantly judged in our lives. By our parents, the people we meet, our friends sometimes by a stronger entity than us, for those who believe in this hypothesis. All our actions are considered, discussed, some approved, others condemned.

My life with Darcy became more and more difficult. I had to fight every day he gives me a divorce, which he did not do. He refused to let me go. I did not understand his reaction, he did not like me the more I was convinced. He could not continue to cling to this crazy idea that one day I will own him completely so that I would not be at William. William. The man who for the first time in his life proved to me how much he was watching over me and my reputation. He had dared to strike Darcy in the street. William that I knew so nice, so calm and impassive had lost his cool for me to protect me. I had been terribly angry, his reaction was so stupid. But I was also very touched, he would fight for me. Although I may not have ever admitted it, I was falling in a little more in love with him that day. There was of course no way I confess to him that this chivalrous attitude had filled me with pride, no, it was a big mistake, a stupid mistake.

While I again contacted my lawyer, I came home from a particularly hard day, William gave me an appointment. I forgot any grudge against him. But that night, he told me some terrible news. Darcy was dead, murdered. I was devastated by this news. Even though our marriage was on the rocks, I did not wanted this to him, I shared a part of my life with him. The following days were stressful for everyone and everything was just beginning. I was arrested, tried and convicted. Alone in my cell, I could not help but cry unreservedly. I could not banish from my mind the despair of William when the verdict was announced. I was sentenced to death. The world had broke around me. I wanted William to know that I loved him and that all this was not his fault. I wish I could throw myself into his arms to give me all his courage and strength that I no longer had. I have wanted that he whispers deep in the ear that all this was just a nightmare, that everything would be over soon. But alas, the penalty had fallen final. And I left the room without him having said all that I had always wanted. He promised me to get me out and I want to believe, deep within myself, I wanted to.

The days passed and I was dying in this room, in fear, knowing that my time would soon arrive. I helped as best I could my friends who were trying to try to prove my innocence. I must admit I can not thank them enough for everything they did for me. But I found the harsh reality. I would be executed the next day. William was gone and it was impossible to know whether he was alive or not, all was lost. I prayed as I had rarely prayed before. After all, I can be had deserved everything was happening to me, I can be caused too much suffering to others in my life. I was unable to make happy the man I loved, so why go on living? I had resigned. I hoped he would forgive me. I hoped he would not suffer so much my disappearance, I was hoping he would come.

I was lost in my thoughts for long, interminable minutes when someone approached my cell. The guard doing his rounds without doubt. Then the footsteps stopped and I spread a voice call me shyly.

-Julia?

I turned to the bars and froze on me a few seconds and felt my heart skip a beat. At this time, the tears flowed more on my cheeks.

-Father, I choked before rushing toward him.

I got my hands on the bars and immediately he put his on. He anchored his gaze deep into mine and I saw a tear in his cheek beading.

-Father, I am so sorry I disappointed you so much and I ...

-No Julia, he cut me off by placing a finger on my lips, I will never be disappointed in you. You are my daughter and stay forever although it may happen.

I put my forehead against the bars and cried softly, unable to talk to him.

-Open that door, he ordered the man standing beside him.

-I can not Sir... I...

-Open the door in the second or I dissmiss you and I will ensure that you will never find work across the country, threatened my father angrily.

The young man nodded and complied. Then, once the door opened, my father went into a jump. I threw myself into his arms and continued to cry bitterly against his jacket.

-I am here, he murmured, stroking my hair, shhhttt, I am here my daughter, my little princess, he said over my ear, do not lose hope.

-I will hang tomorrow Father, I say in his neck in a sob, there is no hope.

-Have faith in the Detective Murdoch, he will move heaven and earth to get you out of there.

At the mention of the name of William I issued another sob and was closing my fingers on the mantle of my father.

-William is gone, I am afraid he may be in danger or dead.

-No, no dear, he is not, he loves you too much for give up on you.

I looked up at him and when I cross his eyes he wiped a tear that had traveled down my cheek.

-How you know that William ...

-A father knows what kinds of things. I have never met him but I know him well, especially through my daughter. I was wrong all these years Julia. I was so anxious that you marry a "good" man of your "rank" and which corresponded to you, a man capable of supporting your stubborn nature, he says with a smile which made me chuckle, and even though Darcy was a man quite charming, he was not for you. DetectiveMurdoch however as no relation to the man I thought of as son, but he loves you more than anyone, except me, and that's why I know he will save you. You really love him, do not you ?

-More than anything else, I confessed.

-Then there is still hope, true love can does miracles.

I did not answer and put my head on his shoulder again for a hug. I wanted to believe that my father was right, that William would come and save me. That he would make me leave this place, this city, this country, he would like to love me without limit and he would offer me the life I had always dreamed of. I wanted to believe it all, to be at peace and to face my destiny, be brave, one last time.

The time had come. They came for me in my cell. I tried to remain upright and courageous. It was time. I walked at a slow pace until the execution chamber. I went and saw the rope swing a little further. I climbed the wooden steps and my courage melted like snow in the sun, my faith in the justice flew like a summer bird. I climbed laboriously taking me to the wooden railing, feeling the air leaving and felt my legs tremble. I sat on the door and they passed me the rope around his neck. I cried silently as it was for me to do. The judge spoke but I do not give him the slightest importance. All I wanted was to talk to William, that he knows my last thoughts are for him, let him know how he made my life a miracle. Lots of memories came back to my mind these days, but at that moment, there was William, he and only him. I closed my eyes in tears, telling myself over and over in my head "I am sorry William, I love you, I love you so much."

The door swung open. He was there. I met his gaze idly, panicked, sad. He came, he saved me. I did not pay any attention to the other men who were in the room, that William told them. Then, the judge ordered that frees me. I was free, free. I quickly cleared away the rope to throw myself into the arms of William, there no one could ever hurt me. He squeezed me against him, as he never had before. I can not help but burst into tears and to keep all my strength I needed him for not collapsing on the floor as emotion overcame me.

-All is done Julia, I am here, I am here.

I could not hepl to let go, it was stronger than me. Get away from William would have killed me for good this time.

-William, I sighed tightening my grip, do not leave me William.

He did not answer and we stayed there a long time, saying the name of each other to reassure us that we were there, living both. Well then, without warning, all my strength gave way. I had hardly separated from him to immerse my gaze in his my legs no longer endured my weight. I saw his worried look, I felt my breath catch and a moment later I had my eyes closed.

-Julia, Julia.

That was all I heard, the voice of William call me desperately. I felt his strong arms around me, his warmth, his scent, but nothing I had fainted, simply.

People constantly judge us for our good and our bad actions. They judge us on how we clothe ourselves, our beliefs, our loves, our education. But no one should be able to judge anyone at all, because we all have a different life, a different past, a different story. What builds us and makes us the person we are.

to be continued ...

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When I write this story season 7 wasn't on tv yet, so there is were stop the Julia's point of view about what we saw in the show, let's go for the next chapter that I imagine about the life of the character...