Margaret’s heart fluttered at Augustus’s confession. A confession she had to expect considering what day it was today and what she spent that morning getting ready for. In all honestly asking that question she did not expect an answer he gave her; his true feelings and intentions. Caught off guard, Margaret’s gaze lingered on Augustus, her eyes searching his for a glimpse into the sincerity of his words. She felt a mixture of surprise, anxiety, and a subtle warmth that crept into her heart. The weight of his feelings, openly shared, was both unexpected and endearing. As she listened, her mind raced through the labyrinth of her own sentiments.
Looking from the outside, the undeniable closeness between Augustus and Margaret had been a source of speculation. Their easy interactions, the laughter that echoed in their shared moments—it all hinted at a connection that transcended mere friendship. The silence that followed his confession was full of unspoken possibilities. Margaret, for a moment, was suspended between the familiarity of their friendship and the uncharted territory of burgeoning affection. She took a moment to collect her thoughts, completely dissociating from what was happening around her. Not hearing anything else he said after his confession, not fully hearing his joke at the very end which she would usually laugh at.
The sincerity in Augustus’s eyes, the vulnerability he laid bare—it was both a wish fulfilled and a scenario she had dreaded. What he did not know is the situation was far more complicated, her parents would not approve of this no matter how much they actually adored the guy. [color="#e9a189”]”Augustus,“[/color] she began, her voice a gentle murmur that cut through the quiet. A soft smile played on her lips, attempting to alleviate the weight of the moment. What she appreciated the most was how he was not expecting anything but gave her space to let it all sink in while still being someone she could lean on. ”I appreciate the courage it took to share.“ But could she allow herself this happiness? After being let down before could she risk it again when she knew how bad it would hurt once everything possibly gets revealed? Would she be selfish enough to try that?
In that suspended moment, Margaret was not merely contemplating Augustus’s confession; she was grappling with the complexities of her own desires, societal expectations, and the fear of losing the friendship that had been a steadfast anchor in her life.
A tender smile graced her lips, carrying with it the weight of unspoken emotions. [color="#e9a189”]”The truth is that the feelings you’ve shared with me… they are not one-sided.“[/color] The admission hung in the air, a fragile truth tethered to the complexities of their shared reality. Margaret’s heart, despite the reservations and fears, aligned with the genuine affection Auggie had confessed. ”I share the same sentiments but I do not wish to complicate things. There are challenges,“ She paused.
[color="#e9a189”]”I care for you more than words can express.“[/color] She offered him a sweet smile, unsure of how to proceed. Unsure if he understood what she wished to say. A confession but not an invitation to explore what they might have just yet. ”Would you like to go back inside, it sure is getting a little warm out here.“ She quickly added, letting herself laugh lightly.
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