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13th of May 1803

Dark Day

William Adama

The Dittons were getting ready to leave soon afterwards, motivating the Adama family and Ms Roslin to do the same. She still seemed a bit odd to him, quieter than before, a bit subdued. Did it have something to do with the song she had performed? He joined the others in the hallway, putting on his coat, when he realized the woman was not yet with them. She was still sitting in the drawing room, staring into thin air, seeming miles away. Gathering his composure, he went back into the room.

She must have heard his steps as she looked up, smiling, though it wouldn't quite reach her eyes.

"It was a beautiful song", he started, "you wrote it yourself, didn't you?"

She nodded, seemingly unsure what to say.

"The one you wrote it for, he can call himself lucky."

Bill regretted the words as soon as they had left his mouth, it was not his place to say that, not at all. He didn't even know whether she was the woman in the song. But she simply shrugged her shoulders, looking even sadder than before.

"Jamie, well, the man", she caught herself, "he never got to hear it. He didn't... he didn't come back. And he didn't even say goodbye to me. Only to our parents."

The man's heart beat faster, so apparently this Jamie had not been her lover after all!

"So he was your brother," he stated unnecessarily, making her furrow her brows in confusion.

Then, a flash of understanding seemed to glimmer over her face and her eyes widened.

"Oh, you thought..", she didn't finish, "goodness gracious no! James Roslin was my older brother, that's all!"

A slightly awkward silence settled in between the two people until Adama cleared his throat.

"Well, actually I wanted to give something to you", he began, "at the bookshop, where we met some time ago, you told me that you'd like to read "Dark Day" but couldn't get it anywhere. So I thought maybe I could help."

Out of a brown leather bag, he pulled a book, holding it out to her. She took it carefully in her hands as if she was afraid to break it, a look of astonishment on her face.

"Thank you so much! I wouldn't have thought that you remembered!", she exclaimed.

Oh, if she knew how much he remembered about her! The way she had raised her glass at him at the ball, the way her hands had felt in his, the way she had stood so close to him in that shop - it was all still fresh in his memory.

"I will read it and give it back to you next autumn!", she said, smiling softly, but he shook his head.

"No, keep it! It is a gift, I am not lending books", he answered the unspoken question in her eyes.

"Very well then", Ms Roslin replied, her fingers tracing the letters on the front cover, "I shall treasure it."

She looked at him again, conflicted. Then she seemed to come to a conclusion. Stepping one step forward, she leaned towards him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. Her lips felt warm on his skin, soft and tender. Even when she pulled away again, he could still feel a tingling sensation, something he hadn't felt in a long time.

"I will see you in autumn then, Commander Adama", she said, sounding more like herself again.

She curtsied and rushed past him, her perfume floating behind her.

"See you then Laura", Bill answered, making her turn around one last time.

She didn't call him out on using her first name, only raised an eyebrow, smirked slightly and disappeared into the hallway.

Again a short chapter, that's why it was published together with the former one. Initially I only wanted him to kiss her hand but then my inner romantic took over... for a moment.

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