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Post by Elizabeth Shackleford on Jan 16, 2009 20:54:11 GMT -5
"I guess its a good thing that some things don't really change," she said with a shrug. "At least I don't really have to reacquaint myself with the town." Elizabeth gave a smile. Although, it would have been nice if the town would have changed a little bit. Change wasn't too bad, after all she was attempting to change.
"So," she said. "Do you mind if I ask who you were visiting?"
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Post by Anthony Montgomery on Jan 16, 2009 22:17:06 GMT -5
Anthony was quiet, staring at his shoes as they walked. He almost didn't tell her. He didn't want to... in fact, it was a secret he was keeping from even his family. But then, she was more or less and stranger and had already told him who she was visiting.
He glanced at her and smiled, though it was a sad smile. "My daughter. She was three days old." And she wasn't the only one he had lost that day, though she was the only one that died.
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Post by Elizabeth Shackleford on Jan 16, 2009 22:29:58 GMT -5
Elizabeth noticed his slience and was about to tell him that she was sorry she asked, but he began to speak. Even though Elizabeth didn't even know the little girl, she frowned. It was always terrible whenever anyone died. She had dealt with families who had lost loved ones and repairing their memories so that they would remember their loved one dying some other way was horrible enough.
She looked to the ground for a moment, then back up to Anthony. Elizabeth didn't bother to ask how it happened. "Bet she was beautiful," she said returning his sad smile.
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Post by Anthony Montgomery on Jan 16, 2009 22:50:41 GMT -5
Anthony's smile widened just a little but, and it even reached his eyes slightly.
"Thanks," he said. "You know... she was perfect in every way." Of course he'd heard the speeches about her being so perfect God couldn't live without her. Then why the heck did he create her in the first place? Besides, God wasn't something Anthony much believed in anymore.
"Anyway... it was a few months ago. It's not a big deal."
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Post by Elizabeth Shackleford on Jan 16, 2009 23:05:00 GMT -5
Her smile widened as well. Hearing Anthony talk about his little girl was wonderful. It was always the better memories that were always better, even if they were short lived. Elizabeth also knew that a speech wasn't going to be a good idea, besides she wouldn't really know what to say. Goodness knew that she heard it enough whenever Daniel died.
"At least you're doing alright," Elizabeth offered. She looked at the Three Broomsticks. "Do you want to make a short stop?"
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Post by Anthony Montgomery on Jan 16, 2009 23:11:43 GMT -5
Anthony nodded, also thankful that she didn't press and try to tell him that he couldn't be doing okay after just a couple of months. She would have been right, for the first time, someone was letting him off the hook, and he loved her for it.
"Yeah... I wouldn't mind a good butterbeer or something. The drinks, by the way?" He shook his head. "They haven't changed at all either. Maybe that's a good thing."
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Post by Elizabeth Shackleford on Jan 17, 2009 9:10:01 GMT -5
Elizabeth gave a small laugh. "I sure hope the drinks don't change. After all butterbeer has always been my favorite." She turned at the door to the Three Broomsticks and opened the door. She walked in while holding it open so Anthony could come in. Elizabeth took her hands out of her pockets and removed her gloves and loosed her scarf.
"Seat by the window or by the wall?"
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Post by Anthony Montgomery on Jan 17, 2009 23:36:06 GMT -5
"Window, if it's all the same to you," Anthony said, not yet leading her in the direction of any table, just in case she would rather sit by the wall. He liked the windows... it felt a little more free. It was strange, and something he would never admit to anyone, but since the death of his daughter, and losing his girlfriend, he had become slightly claustrophobic.
"Tell you what, you pick the table, and I'll get us those drinks, all right?"
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Post by Elizabeth Shackleford on Jan 18, 2009 16:13:18 GMT -5
She liked the window sit too, just not for the same reason. Elizabeth had always enjoyed watching people go by. Some were in a rush, others were just taking their time. It was always interesting to see what people were doing.
Elizabeth nodded. She was going to give him the money for her drink after he sat down. She wasn't expecting him to just pay for it. Elizabeth chose a table nearest to the window and sat down after she removed her coat, leaving her scarf hanging loosely around her neck.
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Post by Anthony Montgomery on Jan 18, 2009 21:46:23 GMT -5
Anthony came back only a moment later, two butterbeers in hand, and sat down across from her. He set one of the drinks in front of her. If she tried to pay him at all, he would refuse it. Her trust that he wasn't some creeper picking up on her in a cemetary was enough to earn her a free drink.
He lifted his drink and smiled. "To starting over."
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Post by Elizabeth Shackleford on Jan 18, 2009 22:16:22 GMT -5
Just before Anthony returned, Elizabeth had already pulled out a few coins to pay him with. She smiled as he sat down. "Thank you," she said before picking up her mug.
Once he lifted his drink, she followed suit. "To starting over," Elizabeth repeated and took a drink. As she sat her mug down, she placed the coins in front of Anthony. "There you go. That should cover it."
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Post by Anthony Montgomery on Jan 18, 2009 22:20:59 GMT -5
Anthony almost laughed, pushing the coins back in her direction. "I knew you'd try that. How come girls never let a guy be chivalrous anymore? Keep it. My treat."
It was only then that he realized how pretty Elizabeth was, something about her eyes. In the graveyard, they had been filled with sadness. Now, they were brighter, like she was looking ahead to something better.
"I think you're gonna do all right at this starting over thing."
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Post by Elizabeth Shackleford on Jan 18, 2009 22:31:34 GMT -5
"But," Elizabeth started. She sighed, knowing that it was no use really protesting about it. "I just didn't expect for you to have to pay for my drink, but thank you." She gave a smile.
Elizabeth took another drink from her mug. "I hope so," she said swallow the liquid. "And I think that you're going to do alright yourself." She only hoped that things did go alright for her now that she was starting over. She was sure that Daniel would have wanted her to do it. Elizabeth put the coins away and then put both of her hands on the mug. She would continue to start over whenever she reached her apartment. A little redecorating might be something that she needed.
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Post by Anthony Montgomery on Mar 24, 2009 18:28:04 GMT -5
"Don't worry about it," Anthony told her. "I wanted to. It's not like I bought you a house," he said, smiling as he took a drink of his butterbeer.
"Thanks." Maybe he would. He was doing fine going at things alone now. It was just hard, and he missed his daughter deeply. But she wasn't coming back... despite what he thought it should do, the world didn't stop for him.
"You're the first person I've told about her."
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Post by Elizabeth Shackleford on Mar 24, 2009 18:45:10 GMT -5
She took a sip from the butterbeer that was in front of her. At the mention of her being the first person he talked to about it, Elizabeth looked up. She knew what it was like to hold in the information of the death of a loved one. After Daniel's death, she didn't speak to anyone. She sort of just withdrew herself from social activities and did nothing but work. She felt like she had to, because she didn't want to talk about it. Elizabeth didn't even talk to her parents about it. If they every brought it up, she walked out of the room or left, but luckly that only happened once.
However, Elizabeth didn't know that no one in Anthony's family knew he had a daughter. She wasn't sure of what exactly to say, and her eyes said that. "And you're the first person I've talked to about him at all. But I do appreciate you sharing it. I suppose its right to have at least someone to tell something to, even if it is to a complete stranger."
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Post by Anthony Montgomery on Mar 28, 2009 2:45:56 GMT -5
Anthony smiled warmly. "I hardly consider you a complete stranger anymore, Elizabeth. In fact, I rather that we were well on our way to becoming friends."
He shrugged, drinking more of his butterbeer. "I just think you can't really consider someone a stranger once you know how to relate to them."
When they were finished here, which he wasn't rushing in the least, he would walk her the rest of the way home, and then he would ask her for coffee or something... honestly just as friends. But even if they never crossed paths again after tonight, he hoped that she would find her way, living without the man she lost.
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Post by Elizabeth Shackleford on Mar 28, 2009 8:19:22 GMT -5
They were on their way to becoming friends? Elizabeth did like the sound of that. She withdrew from the friends she had before the incident. She was unsure if they would still be around since a few of them moved but they did sent her letters saying that if she ever needed anything, just owl them.
Right now, she wasn't going to look back to old friends. She would keep them, yes, but a new friend belonged to and meant a new beginning. "Becoming friends, I like that," Elizabeth said smiling.
Anthony was taking his time, so was she. Elizabeth didn't find a need to be in a rush. There was nothing for her to really do at home and she didn't want to leave the company of a new forming friend just yet. For the first time in awhile, she was smiling and it wasn't forced. She had missed the smiling and laughing.
After she finished her butterbeer, which she took her time drinking, she set her empty mug in the table. "Thank you Anthony. If you hadn't walked up to me, I'm not sure what kind of state I would be in right now."
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Post by Anthony Montgomery on Mar 11, 2010 2:48:39 GMT -5
Unlike the pretty blonde, Anthony had a few things he should have been doing at home. He couldn't really bring himself to care, though.
Lately, he had been finding it harder and harder to relate to his family. Edward treated him like a wayward son, and Anthony sort of resented his older brother for it. They made no efforts where he was concerned, so why should he?
Still, he knew he should have been at home. Between Sam and Christine and Geoffrey, his own, secret tragedy seemed unimportant.
He sighed, meeting her eyes and giving her an equally genuine smile. "I'm not sure what state I'd be in if I hadn't walked up to you today, Elizabeth, so thank you, too. Are you finished? I'll walk you home."
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Post by Elizabeth Shackleford on Mar 11, 2010 14:55:50 GMT -5
Maybe it was fate that they had met each other. Elizabeth wasn't one to really believe in fate that was predetermined, she believed that you made your own story as you went along. However, there were different things that would happen to help you along your way. Decisions that would be thrown at you and you would have to chose which way to go. Today, the decision she made was a good one.
Elizabeth looked down to her glass, which she found empty. "I am," she said placing it back on the table. She picked up her belongings before they could head out the door.
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Post by Anthony Montgomery on Apr 19, 2011 21:32:21 GMT -5
He wasn't rushing her in the least. In fact, get was enjoying her company. It was an emotional day for him as well, considering the grave he just visited, and her non judging presence had been quite welcomed.
He stood up and held the door open for her, following her back into the afternoon air. "Thank you, Elizabeth... for the company, I mean. I hope you'll be all right."
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