Chapter Nineteen
Disclaimer: I only own Patricia Kellings and Lark
A/N: This fic is about done. Warning: If you do not like suicidal situations, do not read this chapter.
Boy, did I just give it away. TT
Also, this chappie flashes from scene to scene.
Patricia was dead.
Mentally dead. She felt there was nothing else to live for. She was a shell.
And she knew it.
Tavington sat upon his horse, looking down at the beautiful hills below. In a day, they would be returning to England. He was a bit sad, though, leaving this whole place, but it was best.
He sat in silence, thinking off the previous night with Lady Cardian.
And what Patricia had done.
He finally realized what was wrong. On his part.
Patricia was going to die.
She was in such a state of mental anguish.
It had to end with her. As it had started.
'Every time you try to make friends,'Tavington thought to himself, 'It goes up in flames because of your cruelness. And you always have to hurt them somehow when you finally like them.'
He cared about Patricia. But he loved Lady Cardian, and although, she could be as cruel as he sometimes, it was what bonded them, and that was not what he and Patricia shared.
He knew what he had said was wrong, about Patricia being his wife if only she had gotten there first, but it was true. The cold, hard truth. And she didn't want anyone to lie to her.
There was no other option other then breaking her heart.
Patricia knew what she was doing when she stood on the roof of the building.
She looked down and saw the beautiful world, which, in reality, was a harsh andcruel place. Rape, murder, abuse, suffering,sickness,death...It was too bad for her.
She knew what she was doing.
She always knew.
"Colonel! Did you pack your bags?" O'Hara asked, riding up to Tavington.
"Yes," the colonel said, a low, sad tone in his voice.
"Is something wrong?" O'Hara asked.
Tavington turned to him. "How's Lark?" he asked, keeping his eyes down.
O'Hara read the signal. "It's about Patricia and Sarah, isn't it?" he asked.
Tavington was silent.
"Do what you know is the best, no matter who disagrees," O'Hara said, and rode off.
Patricia knew.
She would always know.
Tavington rode Big Ben back into the fort.
He was doing what he knew was right.
