The Misery of the Night
Part 2: A man's anguish (Joseph's thoughts)
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It was nearly three o'clock in the morning when Joseph entered his room. He had been wandering for hours. Sleep would never come tonight, he knew that for a fact. The day had been pure hell.
"In the wee small hours of the morning"
Right now he felt as if he was the only person alive, except for the woman he loved, who didn't love him in return. She made that quite clear today.
"When the whole wide world is fast asleep"
He sat in the chair closest to the fire, a glass of strong brandy in his hand, not his first that evening, and surely not his last.
"You lie awake, and think about the girl"
He wondered if she realized she had broken his heart. Then again, it wasn't really his heart, Clarisse had owned it from the word go. His beautiful Queen, forbidden fruit till now, but now forbidden in the worst sense. After the wedding, he would give his resignation.
"And never ever think of counting sheep"
He thought she was ready, willing. With Mia's coronation fast approaching, she would be free to do what she wished for the first time in her life. Obviously, he had no part in that life. Oh how could he have screwed everything up?
"When your lonely heart has learned its lesson"
He loved her with every fiber of his being, would do anything for her and, since it was her wish, stay away from her. He knew what he was getting when he proposed. He had known her for the better part of 40 years. He had seen her dolled up to the nines and with dirt covering her face. Seen her cry from happiness at her sons births and then weep bitterly at a sons funeral. There wasn't much they could hide from each other anymore.
"You'd be hers if only she would call"
It was if someone was standing on his chest, he couldn't breath. It was if his very soul was being crushed. She had this effect every time she came near, except it usually was a pleasant feeling. Now it was torture. He would leave this place soon, and her, never to see either one again. Time would be the only medicine.
"In the wee small hours of the morning"
The day he had hoped would mark a new beginning now marked the end. Of everything.
"That's the time you miss her most of all."
The only sound came from the shattering glass that was thrown in the fireplace.
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Another tear jerker. Thank God we all know it comes out well. Should I do a third instalment about the wedding night?? ;-) Thank You to all who reviewed!
Athenia