Chapter 2

I don't really know what'll happen here. It's late and I feel like typing.

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Professor Higgins unlocked his front door with a melancholy click and entered his well-kept house. The place felt lifeless now, without Eliza. How did he ever live here before she came? The place was unbearable now. His house, his home, once a prideful abode of study and leisure, was now cold and unfamiliar. Without Eliza's annoying whistling, without Eliza's morning 'Hello', without her vibrant personality to bring life to his dead things...she may be able to do without him but he certainly needed her.

But of course she won't come back. He sighed as he wandered aimlessly from room to room. Perhaps it's for the best. She's young and healthy, and Freddy will love her as she deserves to be loved. They'll be just another young couple fighting their way through the world. His tired glance came to a rest on the phonograph. With a pang of regret, he remembered her parting words. He could always turn her voice on and listen to her. With a dry click, he twisted the machine on and slumped into an armchair.

Her voice filled the air. That unpolished cockney voice. Listening to himself, he felt an overwhelming wave of shame. Oh how he had mistreated her. How he had looked down upon her. She was nothing to him then, just a common street rat whom he had humored the night before with a few coppers. It's funny how things can change so quickly, he thought. In the mere span of a few months, this street rat was now arguably the most important person in his life.

The machine clicked off.

"I washed my 'ands and face before I come, I did."

"Eliza?"

Could it be possible? Could that really be her? He didn't need to turn around, he already knew that instant electricity in the atmosphere. It was Eliza alright. No other person could bring such light to a room. Thousands of memories suddenly rushed back to him, and he raised his wall of defense once more. She must not see him like this. Tipping his hat to cover his face, he steadied his voice and called out, "Where the devil are my slippers?"

(Author's Note: Ok I realize this is the extent to which the film goes, but I'm gonna experiment, so bear with me okay?)

Eliza surveyed the man slumped nonchalantly in an armchair. He had been listening to one of her recordings. And there was that acerbic manner once more. Always cross. She smiled, but that's what she loved about him. He could be the nastiest old scrooge on the face of the planet and yet, at the same time, be wonderfully warm and funny. She walked slowly towards him.

"Your slippers are up in your room, where you left them this morning, Professor."

She leaned over the back of his chair and, without warning, lifted the hat covering his face. To her astonishment, he wore the look of deepest relief. His face was serene and calm, as though he wanted nothing better than to lie back in that armchair, eyes closed. She had expected him to leap up and chastise her sharply for leaving so abruptly. She had expected another one of his lectures. But none came. He merely lay there, helpless, like a child.

Then, he slowly opened his eyes and looked up at her. "Eliza, I'm so sorry."

His voice reverberated with a pleading apologetic tone. She saw now that he understood the error of his ways. It was at that moment that Eliza's heart exploded with love for Henry Higgins. Every emotion that had been bottled up within her now flowed forth openly from her soul. How could she ever have thought about leaving him? How could she be so stupid? They were lucky to have found each other. She knew she would have been miserable had she went through with her plan of marrying Freddy, as much as she liked him. No, her place was here, beside him forever.

She circled around the chair to face him. "No, Professor, don't apologize. I understand." And she leaned down to place a gentle kiss on his lips.

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Errr...sooo, I guess it's finished? Don't really have much else to say. It's awkward writing a romantic relationship between them, yet at the same time, I kinda want that. Don't you?