Disclaimers can be found in the first chapter of this series.
Synopsis: The aftermath of their breakup - Anne's POV
The Vestige of a Plea
Prompt #3: Lips
Word Count: 125
She laid in a feverish sleep, troubled by gossamer images of past and present. Her once rosy cheeks were starkly contrasted by the pallor of her porcelain skin. Each labour breath that she took seemed to drain what little strength she may have possessed. Her companion, the Lady Russell kept a vigilant watch, but there was a little that could be done except sit and wait. Suddenly, there was a change in the air - an abrupt stillness descended upon the room. Lady Russell edged closer to bed, watching carefully for the rise and fall of the chest. It was because of her proximity to her charge that she was able to catch the vestige of a desperate plea, "Forgive me, Frederick..."