[[for Henri]]
Aug. 17th, 2014 06:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
adifferentlifeSybil sits on the edge of the bed, the box clutched between her hands. She has yet to open it, unable to take it out and perform the test that feels as if it has already changed everything. It's simple enough to find out the truth she knows. All she has to do is open the box and administer the test. Open the box and she won't even have to mention it to Henri if the test is negative.
More lies? More secrets dividing us?
That thought preys on her until she can think of nothing but the strained moments that have sat between them since their return from Downton. They are fewer these days, but they still exist and though there are less of them they seem deep all the same.
She hears the door open and her grip on the box tightens until she's crushing it, her knuckles white.
"I'm in the bedroom," she calls out when she hears him say her name. A part of her wants to hide the test, but she squares her shoulders instead, holding it firm in her lap.
More lies? More secrets dividing us?
That thought preys on her until she can think of nothing but the strained moments that have sat between them since their return from Downton. They are fewer these days, but they still exist and though there are less of them they seem deep all the same.
She hears the door open and her grip on the box tightens until she's crushing it, her knuckles white.
"I'm in the bedroom," she calls out when she hears him say her name. A part of her wants to hide the test, but she squares her shoulders instead, holding it firm in her lap.
