Finally, some time to myself. My body aches all over. It was a long trip made worse by heavy rain. Mr. Clayton considered stopping a couple of times because the road was drenched and muddy but Father’s reliable horses kept going. We arrived here about a half hour ago. William is allowing me to rest in his room since mine is not ready. I am grateful for his thoughtfulness and the large fire. My hands are so cold that I can hardly write, but I have to…
He was there, my shadow, waiting for me as I left my house. He wasn’t across the street as usual - he was just a few steps away from my carriage. I didn’t see him until I was nearly at the carriage myself. I froze. I couldn’t move or think. I am relieved that my family had said their goodbyes while we were inside and were not there to witness his presence. He came so close to me! I could see myself in his eyes. They were beautiful crystal eyes. Then he touched me. He took off one of his gloves stroked my cheek. His touch was very light but hot, so hot that it burned. William even noticed a red mark on my cheek as soon as I took off my bonnet. It is still a little painful.
But then Mr. Clayton came out of the house. My shadow slipped back from me into the darkness. His departure was sudden and I swear I could feel him leave me - physically feel him or, rather, the absence of him.
When he departed my senses returned. I gasped for air. It felt like I hadn’t taken a breath the entire time. I quickly climbed inside without waiting for Mr. Clayton to help me in.
He was so strange and beautiful….
He was so strange and beautiful….
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