Augustus, with his trusty sidekicks of humor, led their journey through the garden with a playful quip about a scarecrow winning an award for being ‘outstanding’ in his field. The laughter that followed served as a sweet melody, wrapping around them like a warm embrace. Margaret cherished the easiness of their exchange, where jokes became threads weaving through the fabric of genuine connection. They explored the edges of deeper conversations and Margaret found herself touched by the trust he placed in her. It was always easy with him. There was not a dull moment that they shared, from their adventures at the lovely Hatcherman estate and ranches to this little walk she suggested through the garden she tended with the most care. There were not a lot of people she would lead her, a lot of people with whom she’d share her excitement for new flowers blossoming, so she appreciated the guy that was next to her even more for it. For being someone she found easy to be herself with.
“Indeed, they are enchanting." A soft, genuine smile graced Margaret’s lips as she looked into his eyes. Margo found herself grateful for the unexpected enchantment Augie brought to her calling day. This is how she always felt around him. Around her friend.
See… Margaret’s thoughts could not be that easily explained. Feelings she had for him could not be easily explained. She could only see him as a friend, that’s what their relationship always was no matter what she might felt for him deep inside. A topic she was not keen on discussing, a complicated feeling she was not keen on untangling because what was the point of it? She was not looking for a lifelong partner, not looking for a marriage, not when she thought he was looking at her the same way - as a friend. She was content in the comfort of their camaraderie, unaware of the unspoken depths that could lie beneath the surface.
Why would someone visit her today and bring her a gift if the weren’t expecting a certain kind of ending? But she couldn’t know what he was feeling, no one could into one’s mind and Margaret was just a clueless young girl after all, stuck in her own imaginary world.
[color=“#e9a189”]”I’m afraid I do not follow,“[/color] she shyly commented, touched by his words but unaware of what they meant. [color=”#e9a189”]”You have been here before,“[/color] Margo added, only getting confused. Or maybe a part of her just wanted to hear a different answer from him. A more defined and clear one, proving some of her fantasies. [color="#e9a189”]”Is that a trick question? Should I say I believe you?“[/color] Margaret laughed softly. ”What do you mean Augustus?“
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@Madilfill : Augustus