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My Yearning
SEBASTIAN
It had been nearly a fortnight since that bleak evening in the nursery.
Since then, he’d tried everything to show his sorrow in the decision. Hoping that if they could come to some form of peace, then he’d have a chance to explain it to her.
This silence is unbearable.
Sebastian could admit he was awash with self-loathing as he walked into the Dining Hall tonight. The high ceilings dangled with dark, unlit chandeliers. The fireplace was going because he insisted on keeping every room lit for her. But it offered meager light. As if her very mood, seemed to stem it from blooming throughout the room. Leaving a cold feel to the air, that even Sebastian could perceive.
He saw her sitting at the table, lifting spoonfuls of porridge to her mouth and quietly sipping them. An open book was laid out on the table before her.
He’d heard her eating breakfast, and had come in from the library, in the hope of being
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