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A/n: It's a little short I know, but my fingers are going as fast as they can, lol. More up shortly I promise. Please review. Thanks.
The next few days passed as a blur for Emily. They had attended the opera, took in many local attractions and even poured over books together in the library, her knowledge on historical texts shining through. She hadn't felt peace like this since her mother's sudden passing and she revelled in it.
Sitting alone in the library as she recalled the previous days, her mood was quickly dampened with the realisation that she would soon have to leave. Putting the delicate book back on the table she stood and walked to the window, looking down on the slowly dwindling crowds and the odd flash of a camera, as tourists tried to capture the spirit of the city. In truth she didn't want to leave here. Ever. It had taken her years to eventually find him and the thought of leaving again caused a sharp pain in her chest. He had seen it in her face, she knew this, but knowing the cause of it he had not spoken out. The other subject, which weighed heavily in her mind, was returning to life on her own. She now had the funds to do whatever she wanted thanks to him, but the thought of doing it alone took the good from it, replaced with a fear and anxiety that she couldn't shake off. If she thought about it logically, from an outsider's point of view, she knew that she didn't have much of a choice when it came to her leaving. She had said it herself, it was dangerous for her to be here, she left him more exposed, and the thought of anything happening to him because of her was unthinkable. It didn't make it any easier though.
Walking away from the window with a heavy sign, she noticed him leaning on the doorway almost immediately, his face schooled to appear calm and collected.
" I wish there were another way Emily," he said into the otherwise quiet room, his face changing to relay his feelings on the subject.
" I know," she conceded, sitting down heavily on one of the antique chairs.
" I think you need to get out of the house, you've been hibernating in here all day, it's not good for you"
" I suppose," she muttered, studying the age-old dirt from the books under her fingernails.
" I insist. Doctors orders." He smiled, straightening and leaving her to her thoughts once more.
Once he was out of sight Emily slouched down on her seat, her head cradled on the back by the chair, her eyes studying the cracks on the high ceiling. No sooner had her thoughts began to fog her brain once more than she heard a polite cough from the doorway. Looking up she could see him standing with her bag in one hand and her jacket in the other. Sighing she walked towards him, grabbed her items and walked to the front door. Casting a glance behind her as she left she could see him settling at her previous workstation, going over the notes she had made. Storing the image in her memory she closed the door with a small click.
Feeling the cool evening air surround her as she walked out to the now familiar plaza, she pulled her jacket tighter around herself, glancing in the direction of the two different options she had. Making her way towards the street they had walked down most often together, she buried her head in the collar of her jacket, deep in thought once more. Watching the cobbles pass under her feet as she walked, feeling the evening air bite at her ears, and smelling the distinct smell of freshly made coffee. These would be things she would never forget when eventually she was far from here. Kicking a stone out of her foots way, mumbling under her breath about the injustice of it all, she vaguely heard the footsteps behind her. She was not 100 yards from the front door when a large hand came into her field of vision. Lifting her head high she spun around in time to see a fist coming at her face. She managed to move out of the way quickly enough so that it only glanced her shoulder. He was a stocky man, Italian, with a rough and weathered face. As he lunged at her again she screamed the word that she hadn't dare use, and was now not sure she would ever get the chance to use again,
"Dad!!"
Next chapter up soon!
A/n: It's a little short I know, but my fingers are going as fast as they can, lol. More up shortly I promise. Please review. Thanks.
The next few days passed as a blur for Emily. They had attended the opera, took in many local attractions and even poured over books together in the library, her knowledge on historical texts shining through. She hadn't felt peace like this since her mother's sudden passing and she revelled in it.
Sitting alone in the library as she recalled the previous days, her mood was quickly dampened with the realisation that she would soon have to leave. Putting the delicate book back on the table she stood and walked to the window, looking down on the slowly dwindling crowds and the odd flash of a camera, as tourists tried to capture the spirit of the city. In truth she didn't want to leave here. Ever. It had taken her years to eventually find him and the thought of leaving again caused a sharp pain in her chest. He had seen it in her face, she knew this, but knowing the cause of it he had not spoken out. The other subject, which weighed heavily in her mind, was returning to life on her own. She now had the funds to do whatever she wanted thanks to him, but the thought of doing it alone took the good from it, replaced with a fear and anxiety that she couldn't shake off. If she thought about it logically, from an outsider's point of view, she knew that she didn't have much of a choice when it came to her leaving. She had said it herself, it was dangerous for her to be here, she left him more exposed, and the thought of anything happening to him because of her was unthinkable. It didn't make it any easier though.
Walking away from the window with a heavy sign, she noticed him leaning on the doorway almost immediately, his face schooled to appear calm and collected.
" I wish there were another way Emily," he said into the otherwise quiet room, his face changing to relay his feelings on the subject.
" I know," she conceded, sitting down heavily on one of the antique chairs.
" I think you need to get out of the house, you've been hibernating in here all day, it's not good for you"
" I suppose," she muttered, studying the age-old dirt from the books under her fingernails.
" I insist. Doctors orders." He smiled, straightening and leaving her to her thoughts once more.
Once he was out of sight Emily slouched down on her seat, her head cradled on the back by the chair, her eyes studying the cracks on the high ceiling. No sooner had her thoughts began to fog her brain once more than she heard a polite cough from the doorway. Looking up she could see him standing with her bag in one hand and her jacket in the other. Sighing she walked towards him, grabbed her items and walked to the front door. Casting a glance behind her as she left she could see him settling at her previous workstation, going over the notes she had made. Storing the image in her memory she closed the door with a small click.
Feeling the cool evening air surround her as she walked out to the now familiar plaza, she pulled her jacket tighter around herself, glancing in the direction of the two different options she had. Making her way towards the street they had walked down most often together, she buried her head in the collar of her jacket, deep in thought once more. Watching the cobbles pass under her feet as she walked, feeling the evening air bite at her ears, and smelling the distinct smell of freshly made coffee. These would be things she would never forget when eventually she was far from here. Kicking a stone out of her foots way, mumbling under her breath about the injustice of it all, she vaguely heard the footsteps behind her. She was not 100 yards from the front door when a large hand came into her field of vision. Lifting her head high she spun around in time to see a fist coming at her face. She managed to move out of the way quickly enough so that it only glanced her shoulder. He was a stocky man, Italian, with a rough and weathered face. As he lunged at her again she screamed the word that she hadn't dare use, and was now not sure she would ever get the chance to use again,
"Dad!!"
Next chapter up soon!