'Well you just left
me here waiting
left a wound that won't heal
God your so far away you don't know how I feel
so say you'll take a chance on this heart of mine
don't make me the one that you left behind
and I'm not saying anybody's wrong or right
just know I'd die to be with you tonight.'
- 'I'D Die To Be With You Tonight'- Jimmy Barnes
the truth about that one woman that Paul had meant in London was that he hadn't expected her to have such an impact on him. He'd only known her for a couple of months and yet now she was all he could think of, he felt like a piece of him was missing, left back in London…. and that piece was tearing at his heart threads like nothing else.
He'd heard from her only once since he'd been back in Scotland and that was in the form of a text message
' I had a really good time with u, maybe ill c u some time soon. K xxoo'
To which he had replied simply
' Yeah me too'
He hadn't heard anything since, technically he knew that she was probably waiting for a call from him or a message or something, yet he couldn't bring himself to do it. No matter how much it hurt being away from her he was going to play it cool. Not let anything rattle him. He was back at Glenbogle now, he was taking over as the Laird, and he couldn't have any other distractions.
Katrina felt like she was walking through life right now with her emotions turned off. Paul's replies had been so unenthused that she had felt like she suddenly meant nothing to him, well not nothing…but that there were a lot of things in front of her in his priority list.
Why hadn't he rang or even messaged her? One minute she had been so sure that he was falling in love with her and the next minute it was like she didn't exist.
Guys were so confusing. She couldn't contact him more than she already had, one- because she didn't want to seem desperate, and two- because she didn't actually know where in Scotland he was. It was just so frustrating!
Try so hard to disregard
the rhythm of the rain that drops
and coincides with the beating of my heart
' Sweetest Goodbye' - Maroon 5
" Wahhhhhhhhhhhhh" Melanie screamed out so loud that Lexie instinctively reached to cover her eyes from the high pitched noise. Slowly she re-opened her eyes and stared at the crying child in front of her, than glancing at Archie and motioning for him to give her the teething ring, which was sitting on the coffee table.
The last recollection of teething that Lexie had was when her own wisdom teeth had decided to make an appearance, they didn't hurt so much as rather aggravate her chewing and just generally make life a pain in the neck. Therefore she found that she didn't really know what to do when her daughter cried out in agony and yet couldn't actually tell her what was wrong.
Melanie's runny noise was also getting worse and she was running a bit of a fever, but Molly assured her that it wasn't anything to worry about- and she had had three children of her own so Lexie decided that she probably did know what she was talking about.
However Archie looked distinctly uncomfortable with the pain Mel was in as well. He was constantly mouthing, "Is she okay?", to his wife and trying to comfort the toddler- generally to no avail.
Eventually every night the two weary parents would get their daughter to sleep, and gather in the lounge room together with the others- the silence hanging between them all, regardless of the constant chatter. It was not a companionable silence but rather one heavy with expectation and anticipation, as now that Paul was back everyone was waiting for the time when Archie was going to announce that it was his and Lexie's time to break away from the family unit and go their own way, making a life for themselves that didn't involve the Lairdship of Glenbogle. It was like a time bomb waiting to go off, something that everyone wanted to talk about, but didn't at the same time. No one wanted to start the conversation or bring up the imminent reality, in the hope perhaps of delaying it in a way- unsure of the consequences, which such an action would bring. The butterfly effect that it would have on not just Archie, Lexie and Mel's lives, but everyone else's as well…
All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another. Anatole France