“No Matter what the circumstances were Miss Ivy had always put herself in avail to have a little conversation with everyone even on the busiest days, though in some moments I had failed to find words to speak yet she could enjoy my silence as well, at the time I wondered as if my silence were killing her for I take myself a very boring person, yet she could sit there and mutter sentences once in a while and have a nice and warmth smile, and today was no different though this time she was accompanied by her embroidery.
“Lady, you look pale these days, are you eating well?” she asked.
“Oh I am well,” she smiled and for a moment we had the silence once again,
“I see you are doing some work,”
“Oh Yes, this is for Elias, his birthday is coming soon so he likes to see his name on a piece of cloth so I suppose it will not be a matter of objection if I present a handkerchief with his name,”
“That is a great idea miss, he will love it,” she smiled and ventured to sprout her silence once again. I observed her skills and her fingers ran with the needle as if she was a magician herself, so steady and brimful of love.
“You see, this embroidery was taught to me by my late mother,”
“Oh Really? Perhaps it could be the major reason for this art of beauty,”
She looked at me as her laughter burst, her eyes stuck upon me and her fingers had stopped the work of embroidery.
“Do You Want To Know My Story?”
“If you have the intention to tell me then I suppose I will listen,”
She placed the needle beside herself and ventured to speak.
“My Mother, she was murdered,”
“Oh My…. That is horrible,”
She ventured to speak no words instead she picked up the needle in pursuit of continuing her work and I was left wondering what conclusion I was forced to make as I had failed to comprehend her reasons for revealing such sad and horrible truth. She rose and deserted me with the thoughts, I rose as well and surveyed her being accustomed to making tea for herself, her eyes were saddened.
“Miss Ivy, have I offended you in any manner?” asked I.
“Oh No Dear, what made you think like that?”
As she continued to speak I spotted tears in her eyes, this was the very first time I had seen her cry, a lovely and lively woman should never cry as she may ruin the whole abode with herself.
“Miss, if you do not want to reveal your reasons then I am in no position to force you but you must tell me if I have done something to make you cry?”
“No Love, it is not your fault, perhaps I was struck with her resemblance when I was embroiling, the incident was so horrible, that has dented my relationship with my brother as well, perhaps I am sad for John,”
Sir, and that’s how I got to know about your existence.”
Eleanor walked in yet she did not meet with Mr. Garret, she could only find the letter, she began her perusal and to her expectations, it contained what she was in search of, the piteous story of Mr. Garret, she read it all and made her conclusion.
Mr. Garret had tumbled upon a nice bottle of rum to pacify himself and his thoughts that were forcing him to not have a clear thought or perhaps he was in fear of Eleanor’s conclusion, perhaps he had not wanted to bid adieu to her. He drank a lot and surveyed a slut shouting in a scarce voice, he supposed a man has disappointed her by rejecting to pay the amount for his satisfactory moments, this repellent act had placed him in dubious thoughts on his judgement as it was once again a bad idea to arrive in this low-class bar, it has only been bad judgments in his entire life yet it was time for him to be going.
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Mr. Garret examined the house thoroughly, The candles were lit and he decided to walk in, he had loved her so much and so dearly that even such ideology of being deserted by such a lovely lady, well it haunted him still he had to face her. The door opened and he wholly disregarded the silence, he walked into the bedroom and there she lay, Wondering when her sweetheart would return or may he ever return or not. Her eyes were glistened with his presence even though he had met only trouble to say any words. She rose and walked to him, in search of an intimacy or to complete him with the omission of love he had never felt once he was immature.
“I have read your letter,” said she, “Whom do you see in your nightmare?”
At first, he saw hesitation within himself but upon looking at her pale face, not sullen but she was demanding answers.
“No One but devil himself,”
“May I tend to ask more questions,”
“Yes,”
“What Happened to Your Father?”
“They blamed him even for my crimes,”
She settled down on the bed and dismissed herself from her thoughts.
“And What Happened to Theo?”
“He committed suicide not long after the incident, I must say I feel as if my actions had provided the piteous end to such young life, I suppose it is my sin,”
Eleanor spotted tears in his eyes and she rose to soothe the saddened feelings but as she had understood the weight of the consequences of his crime, it was not much of a help.
“I do not know if it gives you any calmness but I want you to know that I will not leave you for what you had done in the past, I Love You so much that I am not in a position to desert you my love and I completely understand for why you had decided to act in a manner that you did.”
His nightmares were yet to free himself but her words had delivered some satisfaction and relinquished the visit of such mournful thoughts, he repaid her love with his sweetest smile and hugged Eleanor with his brimful love.
“I was never a troublesome for any person, not for my father nor my mother but my sins were mostly because I was defenseless or say I had to take some measures to protect myself and Jenny yet when I look back I find myself a very non-cordial person and so much troublesome for Miss Ivy that I had ruined her life, this feeling of disinclination to represent my story was due to Ivy, I still punish myself for that, now Let me tread my story. She had informed me about you sir, and how good a student you are, how good a brother you were once, I wonder what has occurred that made you brother and sister so distant, perhaps this may I never know but she had only expressed love and care for you, sir, and I must not forget her complacency for you as well, now every minute that I was to spend with Winston he had not failed to impress me with his words, his charm, and his lavish behavior had relinquished myself and I was very much deeply in love with him till the painting was half done. One Night as I was to stay seated against his eyes I saw him in a phlegmatic manner, he was neither so much silent before in our conversations but this time he had uttered words only when he found my questions no trifle, though his fingers, as usual, were working fine and artistic.
“Tell me have you ever had found someone so unamiable?” he asked.
“Yes, of course,” he ceased his fingers’ movements and waited for my response, as I could see his curious self as he leered at me.
“May I Tend To Know Who?”
“You,” I smiled though there was something either in that smile that awakened the earlier feeling once again as if my answers were not to his satisfaction but I was only remarking a joke.
“If I am so much abhorred in your eyes then you must leave this instantly,”
I must say, his words felt sharper this time, his eyes had the vacant of perturb gravity yet he had continued to possess me and pour it into the Canvas but with no words to speak.
“Do you wish for me to go?” I asked, he dared to speak no more once again, perhaps I took it as a harsh insult to my virtue as I rose and readied myself to desert this insult.
“Alright then, I will very well be leaving you alone from now on,”
I commenced to leave yet I was met with his polite for my action as he spoke.
“Now Lady, will you sit down?”
I saw a little smile on his face, a likeness, a sense of his fun behaviour.
“You should not take me seriously, lady, now will you join me here?”
“For Sure I will but now I have one condition,” said I.
“And What Is That?”
“You must tell me whom do you find most unamiable?”
“For That, You Must Sit Down first,”
I obliged his words and settled down to my previous position and waited for his response but he was far off to cease his fingers for my request and I for sure did not entertain this, he seemed that he had no such intentions of having a conversation or even form a friendship with me but I held my patience quite firmly. Soon he ceased his fingers and had a smile on his face.
“There, so far it seems perfect, now What do I need to say?”
“A Person that you find so annoying,”
He took a moment for his thinking and readied himself to talk, first, he took the painting aside and placed himself in a position to entertain my question.
“The Person that I find very annoying is Ivy, oh god! How Much I Hate Her! I abhor even the sight of her.”
I was shocked as everyone would be, I had found them very deeply in love, at least that was the impression I received, sure There may be a moment that you find your partner annoyed but your lover can never be a person that you abhor the least that is the lover that I was most accustomed to.
With those words, he left me with my silence and my dubious thoughts, I did not know what to make of this information, perhaps if I had not asked such a question then I would have been free of these kinds of thoughts, and the dubious ideas on his virtue and love for Ivy, or I must say to seek salvation for my lustrous thoughts.”