Mar 31, 2008 03:15
It's been a month since that rainy day, and the shift in Gail's relationship with Harry. Well, a little over. It feels like longer. It feels like no time at all.
Things have been... unsettling. He'll put her off, ignore her, for days on end, and she starts to think that maybe she made a mistake. Maybe she shouldn't do this. And then one night, one morning, he'll be in her room, and she forgets. She just wants him. She's terrified of him and in love with him. He makes her feel sometimes like she's the most amazing, brilliant, beautiful woman in the world. And then he makes her feel like a stupid child.
And she doesn't leave.
But she's starting to think maybe she should.
He hasn't talked to her at all the past two days. Not a word. So she's still curled up in bed at half noon, staring blankly at the wall. She should leave. This is just getting a little too much, she's not helping any. She might be making it worse.
She should go home. Except that she doesn't have another home to go to, anymore.
the master,
abigail,
lord and master