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Post by Noah Hernandez on Jun 6, 2020 20:55:56 GMT
“I doubt she would from where she is,” Dorian said. Noah was confused by the phrasing of the sentence at first…until he continued. “Alas, my wife died a little under two years ago.”
Oh….
“It was before we met, you had no way to know.”
Even still, Noah felt guilty for bringing it up. Death is a sore wound for many, especially when you lose someone you never got the chance to spend the rest of your life with. At least for Noah it was a bit easier to handle, his lost of love was mostly his own fault. It wasn’t a tragic fate such as the lost of one’s life.
“I’m…very sorry for your loss Dorian,” the architect said solemnly. He didn’t really know what else to say to make things better. It’s not like he could give advice or relate to his own experience. It was such a different scenario entirely.
Marriage. What a concept. The idea of spending the rest of your life with a person you feel a type of love for that is hardly repeated in one’s life. All those fairy tales that spoke of happily ever after, it’s why he’s always had a distaste for fictional works. They spoke of unrealistic truths and expectations that most people dream about. But no, relationships take work, especially romantic ones, and him and Dorian both got the short end of the stick. It was ironic, he supposed, how two men who had failed marriages would be stuck in a place where they were forced to be matched with people they didn’t know.
“Perhaps it’s why we’re here,” he said finishing his thoughts out loud, “This is the kidnapper’s twisted way of giving us a second chance at something we both could not succeed at.”
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Post by Dorian F. Blund on Jun 7, 2020 8:51:25 GMT
“I’m…very sorry for your loss Dorian.”He was getting tired of that phrase. Really sick and tired. For months, this was the first thing people told him when they met him, when they hadn’t seen him since ‘the incident’. Dorian had never lost anyone before, he had no idea how much once it happened, no one would let him forget it. Now, he was grieving again, and he was sent right back to where he was two years ago, confused and unsure of what had even happened, how that could possibly be true. What is one supposed to do afterwards.
“Perhaps it’s why we’re here.” He should have been glad for the change of subject to redirect his train of thought; but judging by his tone, he immediately knew where this was going.
“This is the kidnapper’s twisted way of giving us a second chance at something we both could not succeed at.” Dorian chuckled, a sad, discouraged laugh, shaking his head at the very thought. A second chance. Ah. What a joke.
“I’ve already had one arranged marriage, and we can see how it ended.” He jested, a smile on his lips but no mirth in his voice. “I doubt this person can succeed where my parents failed. There is no one in this place I wish to marry, and I doubt there is anyone here I could make happy.” He had already failed once, and had learned nothing from it. How was it supposed to be any different this time?
His hand reached for his inner pocket through the cloth once more, trying his best to pretend that the key was in fact a ring. What would you think, Annie? Oh, she would hate this place, for sure. What would she think of this person trying to wed him to someone else? Or him getting married to anyone else, for that matter? Compared to this mess, their engagement looked like a fairy tale. It probably didn’t matter, anyway. He had no intention of ever getting married again, not if he had any say in it. Any union forced to be made here, well, he could just as well annul it once they got out.
“Success is too complex of a concept in marriage anyway. All relationships really.” You could manipulate people to like you for meetings, distanced relationships, friendships even. But living with someone, sharing your life with them? There was no cheating there. There was no easy solution. “You shouldn’t be too hard on yourself. Your marriage may have ended in a divorce, but your ex-wife clearly still cares about you, so you must have done something right. Roseline was her name, right?”
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Post by Noah Hernandez on Jun 8, 2020 20:22:59 GMT
“I doubt this person can succeed where my parents failed,” Noah heard the heir say, “There is no one in this place I wish to marry, and I doubt there is anyone here I could make happy.”
Noah’s eyes filled with sadness. Yes…perhaps they already had their chance. He doesn’t believe that they’d find true happiness here either, or rather true love as the sentiment goes. Love was…complicated. It was the one thing he could never understand. Not enough math and science in the world can explain the nuances of how romance works. It’s not something you can get from a forced marriage or a relationship out of status. It had to come about naturally, and it took effort to have it stay that way. No, none of them will find love here. At least not in the way their kidnapper wants them too.
“Success is too complex of a concept in a marriage anyway. All relationships really,” Dorian said, as if echoing the architect’s own thoughts, “You shouldn’t be too hard on yourself. Your marriage may have ended in a divorce, but your ex-wife clearly still cares about you, so you must have done something right. Roseline was her name, right?”
“Yes…” Noah said, trying to organize his thoughts. He shifted his position, leaning his back against the wall, his brown eyes gazing towards the cieling, “Perhaps you’re not incorrect…yet I can’t help but wonder…if I could’ve been more for her, what she desired me to be.” He took a deep breath. He never really spoke of these thoughts before hand, but all of the sudden he just felt…like he had too. Like he needed to fully admit it, to himself. “I had secretly wondered what I’d do differently, if I ever got a second chance at that kind of life. At this moment, however, I only wish to not have more people harmed.”
The architect didn't mean to get so personal, but he didn't feel uncomfortable doing it either. For the first time in a long time, he felt like he could talk to someone, truly trust someone. He was glad that person was Dorian, even if it was an unexpected outcome.
"If it's any consolation, I'm sure your...wife...still cared for you, as you sound like you care for her," Noah said, trying to sound reassuring. He wondered if a bit of Roseline had come out in that comment, what with her always encouraging him to be more compassionate.
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Post by Dorian F. Blund on Jun 8, 2020 21:00:02 GMT
“Perhaps you’re not incorrect…yet I can’t help but wonder…if I could’ve been more for her, what she desired me to be. I had secretly wondered what I’d do differently, if I ever got a second chance at that kind of life. At this moment, however, I only wish to not have more people harmed.”Dorian pressed his lips together, instantly wishing Noah hadn’t spoken those words. They hit much too close to home. “I think I can relate to that.” He admitted, lowering his voice. How many times had he wondered the same thing? Should he have done more, COULD he have done more? Yes, probably. Perhaps then he would have never needed to hold her limp body in his arms, wondering how everything had gone so wrong, blankly staring at the doctors for an answer, a solution. Yet, it was over now, and dwelling over it had never brought him any solace, only more pain. “Yet, as much as we can get a second chance for love, it’ll never be a second chance with that person.” Perhaps it wasn’t too late for Noah and his ex, if he ever got to see her again, but for him, it was over.
As for more people getting harmed, well… it seemed like quite a certainty now, and he doubted wishing for the opposite would ever stop the events unleashed upon them to take their course. Bad things were going to happen, and they would probably only get worse. He could only wait for his turn to come. Still, he felt… weird, having this conversation with his employee of all people. If this had happened anywhere but here, with their project, still unfinished, it would have been highly out of line and inappropriate, and he would have required to step back and put an end to this immediately. Here, however, it felt… right. Comforting even.
"If it's any consolation, I'm sure your...wife...still cared for you, as you sound like you care for her."Dorian winced lightly, though with the hint of a smile. That was… very clumsy wording, but the architect was clearly trying his best with what little information he had. “Annie—Anne.” Dorian quickly corrected himself, not quite sure what had possessed him to say it. He usually tried not to bring her up so directly with people, least of all strangers, but this somehow felt… safe. And well, it’s not like their captor could take her and use her against him now, she was already dead. “Her name was Anne. And I wouldn’t know.” He frowned. “I suppose I can only hope so.”
As he finished his sentence, still unsure how to feel about the whole experience, Dorian suddenly heard noise from the other side of the room. Oh, right. With all of this, he’d almost forgotten where he was. He had been locked in the bathroom alone for quite a while now, and, frankly…he hoped Katherine, who was now up and about again, didn’t think he was doing anything weird. Grimacing at the thought, Dorian turned towards the wall again.
“This was a… very pleasant talk, Mr Hernandez, but I’m afraid I must leave you now. I can only wish that nothing bad will happen to you and we will get to see each other again safe soon. Don’t hesitate to contact me if you require to share anything with me.” There was a short pause, before Dorian finished. “… or to talk.” He pressed his lips together. He hoped this did not make him look vulnerable. “Goodbye, Mr Hernandez.”
[End of Thread]
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