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Post by Maestro on Feb 22, 2008 5:46:05 GMT -5
Yes, she HAD been right about what he meant. She'd been right about his "heart being torn in two." It was bittersweet, being right about such things.
"Aye," was all she said. Smiling slightly, she brushed a lock of hair out of his face, knowing that what she said next was going to hurt. "I didna ever expect to have any claim on yer heart, at all. Just promise that if ye need anything, ye won't hesitate to ask?" She knew that he would probably try to avoid her, but they still had rehearsals to consider. And she would hate to lose his friendship.
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 22, 2008 22:59:32 GMT -5
Armand's hold on her shoulders went soft, and he shook his head, giving a defeated smile. "I wish you would just slap me or something," he said. "I could take that better." He wanted to tell her that she did have a claim on his heart, there was just someone else that did too. But he didn't want to mangle things worse than he already had.
"Goodbye, Iseabail."
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Post by Maestro on Feb 23, 2008 0:03:53 GMT -5
As soon as he left, she was going to miss him. "Slap ye?" she asked softly, raising an eyebrow. Smiling slightly, she shook her head. "Och, no, Armand; I willna slap ye." It wasn't as though you could decide who you were going to be attracted to or like or even fall in love with.
"Aye, weel, I dinna ken if I could take that," she murmured, reaching out to touch his cheek. She stopped herself, though, hand in mid-air. "I'm sorry I canna do anything to help," she told him, steeling herself for the farewell that was to come.
"Goodbye, Armand," she whispered, adding, barely audible, "For now."
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