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Meghan stood in the middle of her room at the cottage. It was the afternoon before the party and she was packing her clothes into a bag. The afternoon sun was shining in through her window and onto her dress for the party. She walked over to it and gently ran her fingers along the soft velvet. The dress was dark blue velvet with a rounded neckline than was just slightly off the shoulder. It had a v line waist and was floor length. The sleeves were long and came to a point just over her hand. It was a lovely dress. Simple but elegant. Without thinking her fingers reached up and gently traced the silver M pendant hanging around her neck. She lifted it up and over her head and laid it aside. Tears formed in her eyes, but she refused to let them get the best of her. She went back to packing her clothes up. She had talked to Xarroch earlier that day and he had offered to her his home until she could find another. The thought of being able to hide away in Xarroch's home greatly appealed to her. Had she not already replied to Tyl's letter and asked Kevil to the party she would have simply skipped it and gone straight to Xarroch's to hide. She sat on the edge of the bed after a while and stared out the window her mind taking her places she had no desire to go. She couldn't stop thinking about Val. Ever since their conversation the previous night she realized she could no long deny how much she truly cared for him. To see the pain and confusion on his face was nothing compared to feeling it in her heart, and every time she looked at him she felt it a thousand times over. And all she wanted to do was take him in her arms and wash all of the pain and confusion out of him. But how much worse then would that make things. She had told Gloss that she would never do anything to come between her and Val. She cared about them both too much. And she meant every word of it, which is why she was moving out. A tear rolled down her cheek and she furiously wiped it away with the back of her hand. "Damn him," she whispered to no one. She flopped back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. Her thoughts turned to Jaret. Had he only shown a bit more interest in her maybe this all would not have happened. She had tried so hard to spend time with him and get to know him. In the beginning it was easy and he seemed more than willing to spent time and get to know her. But since her kidnapping he had never been around, and when he was he barely spoke to her or even looked at her. As if he was distancing himself from her. She sighed lightly. He obviously was not at all interested, despite what Val had told her at Xarroch's home. She pushed herself off the bed and forced herself to finish her packing. She wanted to be able to leave tonight after the party and go to Xarroch's. When she was done she took her favorite book and went and sat in her favorite chair to read. She sighed lightly thinking this would be the last time she would sit at this window and read in the sunshine as she so often had enjoyed doing. "It will be better when I'm gone," she thought to herself. Better for Val and for Gloss. And that was what was important to her, and she was willing to take on any amount of pain to make that happen. Even willing to give up her closest friend and relationship. She could fight the tears no longer and let them fall silently, pulling her legs up and burying her face in her knees. After a few minutes she moved to a more comfortable position in the chair and soon fell asleep her face lit by the afternoon sunshine. |
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