For everyone reading "Embracing the Darkness", the creative juices are just not flowing. Here is a little "Gone with the Wind". Yes, I have read the book and seen the movie. And read the sequel. It's been a while though. My writing style is not the same when I have been disconnected from the material. I'm sorry about that. Also, for irritating me quite a bit with just a few too many twists and turns, both characters shall be humbled.
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All of the oceans and rivers and lakes in the world would run dry before the last drop of his love for Scarlett O'Hara did. He sat in the study of his home in Charleston, behind a massive oak desk contemplating the glass of brandy in his hand. Alone.
Oh, he had been tempted. He had been sorely tempted to go to her to accept her after all that had happened but he couldn't bring himself to experience that pain again. He had lied when he said that all was left of his love was pity and kindness. In truth, his love had evolved to that stage. It was no longer about taking care of a little girl who needed someone to hold her when her demons came to haunt her in the middle of the night. It wasn't about coveting a woman that he could not have, a woman obsessed with another man. It wasn't even about the lust, the passion that had driven them both to madness, questioning if there wasn't more and afraid of exposing themselves to rejection if there was nothing else to be found. Pity and kindness were the traits he associated with his love now and he had chosen to phrase his love that way, knowing that she would never accept such paltry emotions. His Scarlett was nothing if not a histrionic stage actress in Southern belle's clothing.
After they both got all of their pent up frustrations and confessions out, he had given in. He could not give her what she wanted. He was tired. It was time to get away from Scarlett O'Hara. Why not be honest with yourself, even if you won't be honest with her? You still love her in the ridiculous all-encompassing way she desires. You're just scared. Or maybe it's your pride. Despite everything she told you, you still think you're second best to her. She's realized that Ashley isn't the better man, but that doesn't mean you're better than the dream that she carried in her heart. That's it, isn't it? You don't think you can live up to her expectations for you.
"Enough!" he shouted, slamming his glass down on the table and shoving his chair away from the desk. He stood up and began pacing the room. Frustrated, he ran his hand through his hair. Even his mind was tormenting him now. It wasn't enough that his foolish heart and his traitorous body had been doing it for years over her.
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I do plan to write something for Scarlett, but whether I write any more after that will depend on the responses I get and how many hits I see when I check my Stats. Please read and review. Much love, Cat.