Evening Stroll (Hamlet)|FINISHED

[hamlet]

As Ophelia turned away from him, he was slightly gutted...both by her moving away from him and her comment. Ophelia was a bright woman, and Harry wasn't exactly the best at hiding his melancholy. But what was he to do? Should he tell her, this woman he adores, that he sees his dead father in his dreams? That in them, his father is telling him that Harry's uncle killed him? And that Harry needs to avenge him? And that the dreams haunt his thoughts so much that some nights he buries himself in alcohol because thinking about what to do next is literally torturing him inside? That he felt some days that, when he's not acting crazy in front of his peers, he is convinced he is crazy because he based his uncle's guilt on a wacky dream? Would that win Ophelia's affections?

Of course not.

So he took the painful truth of Ophelia's words, that he did have deep secrets, and took a step forward, wanting to be close to her again. But he stopped himself when she spoke again. She admitted she too wanted to get away from this city.

Now! He told her in his head. Let me take you and we'll get away from here--

But he swallowed his thoughts for he knew doing so would be impossible. He wanted to honor his mother by staying here. And he was simply afraid that if he left, he could not honor his father...not just in regards to the dreams, but just helping the company stay a float despite his uncle's reign.

He watched her approach him again, trying to keep his saddened thoughts hidden. "It all sounds nice," He admitted, his tone still showing a bit of disappointment, even when he tried to hide it. He sighed heavily. "Well, maybe one day. I guess for now we have to make due with the city life. But now that you've told me, don't be surprised if I swing by one day and take you to the beach." He smiled and laughed. "I'm getting ahead of myself, forgive me. Maybe I should focus on one thing at a time. First, Coney Island, you and me...taking on the rides and museums. Its been a while since I've been on a rollercoaster so hopefully I don't get spooked and make a fool of myself out there. Probably would be bad for business." He laughed, looking at her to see that beautiful smile again.

[erin]

This day couldn't have been more perfect if Ophelia had drawn it all up the night before. Everything seemed to be falling into place perfectly and there was no other way to explain than her mother was watching over her. She silently prayed and thanked her mother, and God of course, for pulling some strings in her favor. How she adored Harry and now he was going to be in her life as more than an acquaintance. Not quite a full relationship but enough for her to work with.

She giggled girlishly about his comment on being a fool and it being bad for business. "Yes it probably would but then again, nobody is perfect." She said this with a wink before blushing a bit. "Except for you of course. There are those few exceptions." Ophelia was positive her skills at flirting were far from expert. It was naive yet she would admit that it was probably cute to most. With all her nonexistent experiences with men, she was sure doing well enough to not be made a laughing stock.

"I do hate to say this but I should really be going now." A frown occupied her face as she said this. She readjusted her bag on her shoulder and tucked her hair behind her ear once more. "I guess I'll see you soon." She gave him another smile and brought her hand to her lips and blew him a kiss before turning her back and going to leave. She couldn't think of any other way to properly leave him. A handshake seemed to formal, a hug to friendly, and well a kiss was out of the question.

At least it still gave him a sigh that she wanted more out of this. Like she needed another friend.

[hamlet]

Harry smiled at her compliment, just enjoying being in her presence, enjoying looking at her and hearing her voice. He even enjoyed this longing to get closer to her, even though he would think it too forward to do so now. He enjoyed the fact that he wanted to throw away all formalities and kiss her, yet he could not. Everything about this moment told him that with her...is where he wanted to be.

But the inevitable came. It was getting late and from what Harry knew of her family, it wouldn't be pleasant for her if they were wondering about her whereabouts. So he nodded reluctantly but with understanding. "Yes," He gave a heavy sigh, not hiding the fact that he was reluctant. "Wouldn't want anyone wondering where you are." He looked back at her, those blazing blue eyes, wanting so bad to meet his lips with hers but he restrained himself.

Ophelia didn't make it easy for him, saying a goodbye of sorts and blowing a kiss to him. Harry nodded, with a quick lick of his lips, and smiled. "Of course, see you soon." He hesitated, before walking away, swallowing hard, his stomach in knots. He had no clue he'd feel this way for anyone before. Yet he couldn't help but feel an undeniable shadow of doubt.

What are you doing, Harry? he asked himself. He couldn't deny that this probably wouldn't last. But he had to follow his heart. Life was just too short.

(Finished--yay! The first finished thread on RC EVER! )