❥┆ ᵖʳᵒᵖᵉʳ ˡᵃᵈʸ ❜

Terrible. That covered it maybe. It felt terrible. It felt terrible to know your father was a coward, who rather killed himself than to face what he had done. No he had rather let his son take responsibility for his family rather than correct his mistakes himself. But it had built his character. It had made him stronger. And it had given him something barely any other factory owner had: An insight on what it was like to be at the bottom. And so he invested in the health of his workers. ”I must admit, it was a terrible time. More terrible than the death itself. But it taught me many lessons.” To her it sounded probably very insensitive, but at that time he did not have the time to even think about his fathers death, let alone mourn it.

              gulping down her slight worry,  the young woman tries to not feel too               horrid for this man's struggle --  but it deems itself a hard task, since .             it is such a tragic event. and sensibilities are a delicate, strong-willed               thing to her.  so her eyes meet his, and her hand falls on his arm yet               again.   she doesn't quite now how to comfort a northern man,  such                as mister thornton.

The situation was awkward in itself. He never expected to see her here. He had wanted this to be a moment for himself, a moment of quiet peace. But he did not need it. Thorntons feelings towards his father were complicated. He had made a mistake and he had not been strong enough to stand up for it. It had brought much more pain and despair to them than necessary.              “We did not loose him, Miss Hale.                  He killed himself. This is why I am not joined by my mother and sister.” They reacted the way normal people were normally reacting to this: Resentment. And he had not forgiven the man either. But this was the day of his death and Thornton still owed him something.                                 “You will be spared from this fate. When you, one day                              go to see your father, you can mourn him honestly,                                                   without conflicting feelings."

              trying to shake the uneasy feeling of distress for this man's suffering,               the young woman nervously wrings her hands together --   trying to               think up something to say, but failing. nothing would ever console him,               not even the likes of she. but what is she, really ?                                            nothing more than a friend, at most.                                           as it always should stay, in her mind.

She didn’t think. It seemed to be quite the habbit for her to not think too much when it came to the ways of the north or the manners of the north. Or she did and isulted people on purpose. he could not tell. In that case he just knew she was quite skilled in insulting the factory owner. He knew better than to voice his internal comment. He was raised to have manners, to be a hard working man. "Thank you, Miss Hale. It happens to be the anniversary of his death, so I felt obliged to pay my respects to the man, whom I owe my life to." And nothing else. Maybe in a way his wealth. He did not comment on how this was the towns cemetary. Where did she think his father would be buried? Surely not somewhere else? They were too proud even in their poverty to not have him buried or have him placed in an unmarked grave for the poor. No his mother always had ambitions for her kids and as such this was part of them.

              lower  lip  caught  between  her  pearly-white teeth, the young lady               tries to meet his eyes --  his steel-blue, clear pools.  but she simply               can't, for some reason. she can't fathom words to express her pity               for his loss,  and so she merely steps  forward  ;     laying  a  small,               cautious hand on his arm for a brief moment,  and  then  retreating.

"I have seen none like you before.  From where do you hail?"

       ”I—- well, I only have my word.             But I swear that I am not a liar, and that I’m telling the truth.             I’m terribly sorry, I didn’t mean to—-                     or I wasn’t trying to—-                              Please believe me.”