Abandoned At The Altar By My Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

Echoes Of The History" Adrian, can I ask you something?" Flora's voice quivered as she leaned in, her voice softer than usual." Sure, Flora. What's it?" Adrian's voice was soft, conservative yet open.Flora dithered before speaking," Do you ever wonder about where we all came from? I mean not what we have done, but who we were before everything."Vincent, harkening in from the table next to them, cut in," You are getting philosophical now? I allowed us to be busy waging our wars out then."Flora smiled noiselessly," I am not being deep, Vincent. It's just occasionally I hear the ghosts of my history bruting in the gloamings. They remind me of a time when I was a little child, floundering to understand everything."Lorne moaned," Ghosts, yeah? Okay, also go ahead and tell us your ghost story."Flora let out a deep breath, her eyes far down." Fine, if you are each set to take a walk down memory lane, also hear.She took a slow breath." I flash back sitting in the corner of our old liv

The Weight Of ProspectsFlora leaned against the gleam of the lighted beacon on the small table in the hushed common room, her mind a worried swell. The bruiting voices in the background was like a fading echo, yet within, her family's weighty heritage smothered her like a distance of heavy sword. She wore the burden of anticipation of her father's rise to former glory — a heritage always that sounded like a guiding lamp and an added burden.“ Flora, you’ve been quiet all evening, ” Adrian remarked, his tone gentle yet laced with concern as he joined her at the small table. “ What’s on your mind? ”Flora looked up, her eyes conveying a blend of vulnerability and determination." I keep allowing of all the effects that I should have done," she spoke in a tale, hardly audible." About how my pater erected his empire from scrape and also lost everything. He always used to tell me that our family was fated to reclaim its honor and that I was the only stopgap.".Adrian leaned back, blowing s

Destined HasslesFlora and Adrian squinched in the quiet of the emulsion's reverse room, their voices little more than a murmur as though not wishing to break the fragile peace that had grown between them. It was late — so late that indeed the perpetual drone of distant exertion had desisted — and yet every judgment they uttered was laced with an intensity that belied the hour." Flora," Adrian began, his voice low and reflective," I could not help but wonder how we met. It's as if fate itself had conspired to bring us into each other's lives, indeed if everything differently around us fell piecemeal." He ran a hand through his hair, his aspect searching hers for some participated understanding.Flora shifted away for a bit of a alternate, gathering her thoughts." I comprehend," she said vocally." occasionally I feel like I am walking the tightrope between anticipation and what I truly ask . And also you walked into my life, and for a detail while, I could nearly dare dream of a futu

A Dream Shattered" Flora, may I've a minute?" Marissa asked, approaching Flora, her tone soft and uncertain." Of course," Flora replied, her voice shaking as she tried to keep her cool." What is the matter?"Marissa's eyes were full of concern." I was told that Alice would be coming moment, and I just wanted to let you know.".Flora's heart skipped a beat." Alice?" she heaved , the name sour on her lips." I allowed I'd closed that runner of my life."A cold wave, mocking voice cut across the buzz of the crowd drawn around." Oh, Flora, you did believe in puck tales, did not you?Flora bristled, and her eyes snapped towards the speaker. Alice was standing by the door, a vicious smile trickling from her lips." Alice," Flora fought, her voice pulsing with rage and anguish.Alice smiled gently, her voice light and riding." I am then to remind you of a little verity, dear. After all, how can you ever forget the treason that changed everything?"There was a buzz of embarrassment in the ro

A Father's Final WordsFlora sat motionless in the salon of a simple boarding house down from the chaos of her own history. The soft hum of an old radio gave some quiet distance between her thoughts, and in the silence, her mind went back to when her father's words had thrilled and soaked her. As she goggled blankly at the rumpled snap of him on the mantel, her inner voice mingled with graphic flashbacks that played out like hushed exchanges in the quiet of her heart." I flash back the way he used to say to me,' Flora, my child, every fall is a chance to rise advanced,'" she spoke vocally, her voice pulsing with a blend of pang and pain. Her friend, Marissa, who had sat opposite her in the room, glanced up with sympathetic concern." You are talking about the night before you went down from home, when you prayed him not to let the world break you?" Marissa questioned, her tone filled with understanding.Flora sluggishly jounced, gashes filling her eyes as she replied," Yes, I flash b