A/N: okay, I know I know. this chapter is pathetically short, but I have this HUGE essay to finish by tomorrow morning, and I really wanted to update before the weekend was out. and this was all I had time to push out. I'm so sorry!
Disclaimer: see chapter one.
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Though We Walk Through the Valley
Chapter 9 - "Tears to Shed"
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After a while, Emily's running slowed into a fast walk. As she had run out of the pub minutes before, she earned herself quite a few stares as she made her way rather quickly down the street. She didn't pay much attention to where she was going, though doing her best to take any turns that came up in the road, hoping to get as far away from the pub as possible.
But then, it wasn't really the place she was running from, was it? She was running away from Victor, more than anything else. Why exactly she did this, she didn't know. She herself would love to know.
There had been no reason to run away. She got what the wanted, right? Victor, he… he kissed her.
Kissed her.
Emily blinked as the word crossed her mind. Her good hand came up to touch her lips, lightly brushing them with her cold fingertips. For some reason, the fact that he had kissed her just now seemed to register in her mind.
She couldn't understand it. This was what she wanted, what she longed for; for Victor to hold her the way he had in the pub, and to show such affection for her. So then…
She couldn't even finish the thought, tired of the word 'why' crossing her mind. She shook her head, frustrated at her own ignorance toward the situation, and angry with herself for it all.
Victor must've been acting irrationally. That had to be it, there was no other reason for what he had done. The music must've just gotten to him, and he acted upon the moment. She nodded her head to herself, although a bit reluctantly, telling herself that had to have been what happened. He was in love with Victoria, no one else. That was the only reason why he had let her down in the first place; because he was in love with her, no one else…
… No on else.
Emily paused in her walking as the thought came to her, stopping dead in the middle of the road. She felt a great wave of sadness suddenly crash over her, and her eyes almost instantly began to well with tears.
She was lucky that there wasn't anyone else on the deserted cobblestone road, for she then fell to her knees, sobs violently racking her entire frame.
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Victor walked along the crowded road, filled with people and little shops, his hands in his pockets, and his gaze fixed upon the ground.
He had no idea where Emily had gone, having left the pub much to late to see which way she had gone. The shock of her outburst had surprised him into freezing up, not being able to register what exactly had happened for a good few minutes. By the time he had regained his senses, he knew Emily was long gone. He was happy no one had noticed the incident.
So now he walked solemnly through the crowd, feeling as low as he could ever remember feeling. He didn't know it was possible to feel so horrible.
Though he was confused about Emily's actions, he couldn't entirely blame her either. He… had a strong feeling that she still felt the same way about him, so then why had she run away? But then he also knew it must've been because of shock. And as said before, he couldn't blame her. Though it had been a short amount of time they had been apart, it still had to have been an immensely huge shock for him to come down there all of a sudden. And then with what he had done in the pub…
Victor sighed, but at the end of it, the tiniest of sobs made its way from his mouth. A bit shocked, he placed a hand over his mouth, his eyes widening somewhat. Though he knew he definitely wasn't the bravest of men, he still hadn't cried since he was eight years old, when Scraps had died.
Victor swallowed hard, not wanting to cry in front of everyone around him. He quickly wiped away a small tear that rolled down his pale cheek.