“Let’s just elope,” she said, after the 398th argument on wedding venues.
Fatso looked shocked. “My mother would kill me!”
“You’re not marrying her, though.”
He side-eyed her.
Fatso bit his lip. “Mother insisted it would look great.”
“On her, maybe.”
He stared down at the table.
Fatso closed his eyes. “Why?”
Felicity stared at her hands, her fingers twisting, tightening into knots.
“Has there been someone else?” His eyes shimmered with unshed tears.
“There’s only been you,” she said, words tumbling over themselves as they emerged from her mouth. “But I can’t. I can’t stay. I don’t know how. The tighter you bind me, the further I run. I love you, but I can’t stay.”
Harold’s lips curled up in a smile as his forehead crinkled. “I’ve always known that, I think. You love too many things, too many people to be tied to me.”
Felicity lifted a thumb to his face, wiping away a stray tear. “But I’ll always return to you.”
Today's suggestions were:
- farthingale, from Barbara Harrison
- flowerbed, anonymous
- faithful/forthcoming/freedom, from Cherie Osier
- fairy penguin/fairywren, from Sharna Steinert
I started off with faithful, but managed to fit in mentions of farthingale and fairywren in there. Also a tinge of freedom, maybe?
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