Post by Alexander Pierce on Aug 12, 2009 16:41:15 GMT -6
Looking down at the crumpled piece of paper again, Xander's eyes traced the lines on the page which formed the words on the page. The words formed the address of Marguerite's shop, Modernized Tudorism. Just seeing the path to her made Xander tremble. Was it nerves or anger which made him tremble? He couldn't deny both their contribution, what intrigued him was which made him tremble more. The thought of seeing the woman who left him made him nervous - what if she refused to see him?
The anger was born in the fact that she'd left him on their wedding day. How could she have done that? Just take off like that, with everyone there expecting a beautiful day. After her father broke the news came a memory Xander had tried so very hard to forget - though it was still a vivid memory, bored into his mind. It was the pitiful eyes of all those guests, just staring at him. And those murmurs. The constant hum of mumurs. He'd only been able to pick out a few words - like, "What a shame." and "Poor boy."
The people bustled passed him, one knocking into his shoulder. Xander silently scolded the pedestrian for his rudeness but decided to keep moving, to avoid being bumped again. He rounded the last corner before Marguerite's shop just as his nerves completely overwhelmed him. He could just make out the sign above her shop and froze. He couldn't do it. He couldn't face the woman who left him - in case she left him again, or in case he couldn't contain the anger bubbling in the pit of his stomach.
Xander was afraid. Afraid of what could happen. Afriad of what he could do.
Fear wasn't an emotion Xander often experienced, and he wasn't about to steam on with something like this whilst blinded by fear. He turned on his heels and began walking in the opposite direction. This direction was like a stepping stone, of sorts. This path lead to Marguerite's sister's store, Stylized Designs. He'd been in contact with Isabelle for a while now, finding that their friendship hadn't suffered all too much since Marguerite's choice.
It wasn't long before he was walking through the door of Isa's shop. Rather than milling about, browsing through the interestign designs, Xander went straight to the counter. "Afternoon Isabelle." He said to the woman, in his soft voice. A strong wave of nostalgia washed over Xander - a feeling he'd always been fair fond of - when he saw his old friend.
The anger was born in the fact that she'd left him on their wedding day. How could she have done that? Just take off like that, with everyone there expecting a beautiful day. After her father broke the news came a memory Xander had tried so very hard to forget - though it was still a vivid memory, bored into his mind. It was the pitiful eyes of all those guests, just staring at him. And those murmurs. The constant hum of mumurs. He'd only been able to pick out a few words - like, "What a shame." and "Poor boy."
The people bustled passed him, one knocking into his shoulder. Xander silently scolded the pedestrian for his rudeness but decided to keep moving, to avoid being bumped again. He rounded the last corner before Marguerite's shop just as his nerves completely overwhelmed him. He could just make out the sign above her shop and froze. He couldn't do it. He couldn't face the woman who left him - in case she left him again, or in case he couldn't contain the anger bubbling in the pit of his stomach.
Xander was afraid. Afraid of what could happen. Afriad of what he could do.
Fear wasn't an emotion Xander often experienced, and he wasn't about to steam on with something like this whilst blinded by fear. He turned on his heels and began walking in the opposite direction. This direction was like a stepping stone, of sorts. This path lead to Marguerite's sister's store, Stylized Designs. He'd been in contact with Isabelle for a while now, finding that their friendship hadn't suffered all too much since Marguerite's choice.
It wasn't long before he was walking through the door of Isa's shop. Rather than milling about, browsing through the interestign designs, Xander went straight to the counter. "Afternoon Isabelle." He said to the woman, in his soft voice. A strong wave of nostalgia washed over Xander - a feeling he'd always been fair fond of - when he saw his old friend.
