Memories are a tricky thing, Matthew thought now as he stared into the distance and music played around him.
You would think they are fixed, frozen in time like carved stone, beautiful sculptures you can admire and marvel at, unmoving, lifeless, constant, but try and cast a different light on them, and they are… changed.
Matthew had not looked for this, he had not wanted it. In fact, he had tried his very best not to even consider it, these words, what they meant, but they would not leave him alone, they had infiltrated his consciousness and they had changed his memories.
They had cast a new light on them and they had now shifted, moved, turned into something different right before his eyes, something beautiful and tragic, because they were not the same, and she… Mary… she was not the same in them anymore.
Once doubt had crept over the precincts of his mind he had been powerless to it.
“Mary is still in love with you,” cousin Violet had said that night.
Could she be right?
What I’m presenting you today started as a short missing moment written in a quiet night few months ago. Clearly, I got carried away :P
In my defence, I’ve always been fascinated by Matthew’s thought process between episodes 2x07 and 2x08, and, more specifically, between the moment Violet pushes into his room and tells him that Mary still loves him, and the dance scene when suddenly everything seems to be so close to the surface, both Mary and Matthew panting with feelings so strong and yet so closely restrained. It all comes undone in that scene, and they dance and then kiss, even though they shouldn’t.
But what led to that, emotionally speaking?
Really well written P. I have often thought about those months from that moment with Granny’s news to the dance in E8.