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Claimer: I DO own my own characters as well as the plot of this story, so yeah. Muu. Please don't steal, use, or abuse them. They're so fragile and incapable of taking care of themselves. *Pat pat* If you would like to use them, you can e-mail me. *Nods* Enjoy the suckiness of this chapter as well as the shortness Thank you.

Renaissance

Chapter Three: Isolated Emotion

I woke the next morning, antagonizing pressure aimed on my skull, creating a massive ache. I gave a yawn, glancing about the room for a clock of some kind, though none was found. However, the dim sunlight that rained outside my bedroom window told me it was the dawning of a new day.

Something shifted, causing me to react with surprise. Felicity lay on my bed, still in the clothes she had worn last night and uncovered by blankets. She sat up, hands massaging her temples before she looked up at me. Overcome with embarrassment, she looked away to hide her blush. Without a word she strolled out of my room, but only to travel to the one next door.

Slowly I cleaned myself for the coming day, dressing in pressed attire and combing my hair back diligently. Another yawn escaped my mouth before I took my leave down the hall. Approaching the kitchen with a silent attitude, my mother opened the door before I even got a chance to.

"Good morning, Christian. William told me you had some sort of spasm last night. Is everything all right?"

Her question and comments irritated me, but I held that adversity back. "Yes, mother, I am quite fine," was my simple reply. Then, without further ado, I walked past and into the white, tiled section of the house.

Felicity sat at the glass table, hands supporting her head as she looked down at the crystalline presence. William, occupying a seat beside her, had his head bent close to hers as he murmured in her ear. Neither of them took notice of my existence, so I heeded them no attention as well. I fixed myself a glass of water, plopping pain-relievers in my mouth. Draining them down the icy liquid, I glanced over at the couple.

Situated in their same positions, they no longer spoke. William's gaze met mine and he held it momentarily before rising from his chair. I expected some sort of contact, but received none and this confused me further. Will and I had been the best of friends in our early years of life, but now we were completely segregated. I often wondered why my parents continued to favor his companionship over my own, but who was I to question?

I took a seat across the table from my niece, who seemed occupied in sequester. But this was until she spoke, eyes never lifting from their captivation.

"You startled me last night," she mentioned with implied authority. I still wonder how a sixteen -year-old girl could take charge over me, but this was not the time to complain. Felicity was troubled, this I could tell and understand. "You r parents want us out by tomorrow. They feel some resentment towards me, though I am not certain about you. Your father claims he has a job ready for you and you should take it if you want to live." She took a pause, now lacing articulate fingers about each other.

"Will wants me to go with him," was her final sentence.

A cacophony of eccentricity filled my ears and I was thrown into a chaotic storm. But I was forced to answer. "William is quite capable of taking care of you, as I am not. But, being your godfather and support until you are eighteen, I must look out for you. What relationship do you have with William, might I ask?" It all spilled forth, my lungs depleted from oxygen when I ceased my talk.

Violet eyes faced my own as Felicity retrieved the capability of sustaining a proper stare. "William and I are in a relationship that I am unable to understand completely," she explained. "His feelings for me are foreign, though I seem to return them somehow. I guess you could say we are in love, if you believe such a thing." Her words seemed skeptical and filled with pessimism that I could not ignore. She was complicated thing, only imprisoned in her own formless abode. However, from this depiction I was forced to comply and ready myself for a retort.

"Love is a splendor and I am joyful that you are able to experience love without hurt. However, if you were to marry William, you would, by all means, be permitted to live with him. What did you tell him, may I ask?"

Felicity seemed taken aback and faintly offended. "Marriage is certainly something I do not contemplate over. I told him I was going with you," was her odd answer. I didn't understand her fully. If she and William were in love, why would she choose to settle with me? I could barely support myself, both mentally and economically. However, it was clear her choice had been made.

"Right then. We'll leave as soon as you are ready," I voiced before departing.

There I left her, succumbed to her own strategic quiescence. I did not see her tears fall.

A/N: Yes, a shorter chapter than usual, but I felt like I needed to update it, plus this one is fairly boring. I promise the bettoi part of this all will start to come in the next chapter. _ Ick I guess this chapter just explains the relationship between Christian, Felicity, and William. Yeah -_- *Sigh* I feel so unaccomplished.

If you want bettoi-ness, you could read my original story, Martyr. I'm actually completely satisfied with it right now, which is odd for an author like me.