Authors Note: This is the first draft and is raw at the moment - when I have completed all Parts I will start the editing process. (All critiques welcome) 

Lavinia thought back to a time when the grass surrounding Marxby Manor was luscious, a vibrant summer filled green and her troubles were approaching her, slowly and steadily like an on- coming storm. 

She looked at Charlie who was looking at her with a smile, Charlie had a kind face underneath all that sorrow, such a kind face. 

"William wasn't appropriate then?" Said Charlie.

Lavinia let a huge sigh that resonated from somewhere deep and far away inside she puffed out her cheeks as she did this which just made Charlie want to laugh. 

"He wasn't of the same class. It was a different time and different things mattered to people."

Charlie frowned.

"But not to you?"

"No not me. It didn't matter to me or Jimmy. We were just different I suppose." Lavinia felt sad thinking of her beloved brother, she swiftly changed the subject.

Charlie got up and started to pace slowly about the room.

"What about your family?" Said Lavinia.

Charlie stopped in the centre of the room.

"My family?" Said Charlie touching his chest momentarily.

He smiled, "I think you're confused, these sessions are supposed to be about you."

Lavinia got up from her chair and walked towards him and placed her hand gently on his arm.

"Well I need a break from me... tell me about your family Charlie," Lavinia smiled a big, beaming smile.

Charlie felt a hard pang in his chest and so, relented.

"Well... I have ten brothers and sisters, that's something people always find fascinating." Said Charlie rolling his eyes.

Lavinia's mouth fell open a little; Charlie had happily distracted her from her own issues.

"Blimey" Lavinia let out a sigh the thought of all those siblings made her giddy.

"What are their names?" She said sitting back in the chair.

Charlie let out a laugh.

"What?" Lavinia laughed back at him although she wasn't sure why.

"You'll laugh, everyone always laughs," said Charlie.

"Why will I?" Lavinia gave Charlie her best serious face and she even straightened her back as if that proved she meant business.

"January, February, May, June, July, August, September, October, November, December," Said Charlie with a sigh.

"I don't understand why you're listing months of the year?" Said Lavinia confused.

"My name is March yes?"

"No!" Laughed Lavinia not quite able to release the O.

"Yes," Charlie's face was still stone like in its seriousness.

"B-but why?"

"My mother's name was April," laughed Charlie.

"After that there's no further explanation," Charlie shrugged.

"Are you all close?"

"No, not anymore. My brother Feb and I we see each other and I suppose we want to be close but mostly he has just been around after Alice... he's been good to me but things with my family have been difficult since my wife..."

Lavinia looked sadly at Charlie with those big green eyes.

"Don't look at me like that Lavinia I don't have some tragic family tale to tell. My mother, she named her children for the months of the year and that's what we are, different, in every possible way. Feb and I we have a relationship because we are both doctors and because we both live in Manchester but that's it."

Charlie sat down.

"That's it?"

"No. Feb was very good to me when Alice, you know. He was the only one of them who came to the funeral. It's funny because we had always been like a pack, I thought if the others were surrounding me that it would be okay, from January to December that's what we always said."

Charlie sat back in his chair feeling desolate and scared when he thought of his siblings or the lack of them, they had been his army, now he was alone. 

Lavinia couldn't comprehend it, how could they leave him like this?

"Why didn't they come, Charlie?"

"They said that they couldn't watch me crumble. They said they couldn't do it. My sister June, she said she knew I would evaporate like water and she couldn't be there to watch it happened." Charlie shrugged in a resigned way.

"What about the others and your mother?" Lavinia knew she was grasping, she'd had a feeling for a while now that Charlie's mother was dead.

"My mother is dead Lavinia, June practically raised us. So when June says something..."

Lavinia stood up, she was so cross, how could they leave him like this? His wife had died...

"Then what about Feb?" Lavinia let her hair fall over her face, this made Charlie stiffen a little.

"There's one in every family Lavinia" Charlie and Lavinia shared something then, she laughed and thought of Percy.

"I'm sorry."

"Me too," he said. 

She wanted to reach out to hold him, but she couldn't, there was an invisible line between them and she knew not to cross, he knew not to cross it.

Charlie smiled sadly somehow it was all in the eyebrows, they were raised again when he noticed Lavinia had begun to doodle on a scrap of paper that had been on his desk.

 As they had been talking she must have pulled it towards her and was using the sofa's arm to lean on.

"What are you drawing?" Charlie tried to strain his eyes to see but without his glasses but it was a lost cause, he reached to his desk where he had left them.

"It's nothing, it's just a doodle," said Lavinia not taking her eyes away from the paper.

The unfinished sketch was a young man riding a white horse the horse was raising its left leg slightly in the air. As Charlie peered at the drawing he thought how it looked like a proud beast.

"Who's that?" Said Charlie

Lavinia didn't answer.

"Who is it Lavinia?" Charlie persisted.

"That's Henry said Lavinia pointing at the white horse" she was still unable to look at Charlie.

Charlie moved his finger towards the face of the man and just tapped.

"That's William," she said in almost a whisper.

Charlie almost snatched the sketch from beneath Lavinia's pencil he was so eager to see Will's face.  The horse's mane appeared to flow, he imagined it was windy and William sat, unafraid, waiting for something. His eyes peered from the page as if he was really looking back at them and Charlie imagined William, stuck inside that page, waiting for his story to be told.

"You're very talented," said Charlie handing the paper back to Lavinia.

"Actually, I'm not at all," she said putting the pencil back on the page.

"You are, you really are, have you thought about studying art or something?"

"I am aware the drawings are excellent, but it was not my talent that produced them, therefore I can take no credit." Said Lavinia still fixated on her page.

"Not your talent?" Charlie was finding words were failing him.

"Charlie I know you have your own issues with our conversations so I think it's best that I don't ask you to suspend your belief any further than is necessary." Lavinia continued to stare, fixated at the page.

Charlie tutted and moved closer, not to Lavinia but to the drawing.

"Lavinia I will not demand you tell me but I ask that you trust me, you can't ask a person to suspend their belief, we all  believe in something it's how we know we're alive."

Lavinia looked up from the drawing and placed the pencil on the arm of the chair.

"And what do you believe in Doctor Charlton?"

Charlie moved off his chair and got on his knees beside Lavinina.

"Well, My Lady, I do not believe in much, but I do believe in one thing. You, I believe in you," Charlie said looking up at her from beneath his black eyebrows and long dark lashes.

Lavinia flung her arms around Charlie's neck, the feeling of relief that coursed through her body felt so foreign, somebody believed in her, she wasn't alone anymore.

"It's Lavinia's," she whispered.

Charlie pulled apart from Lavinia's embrace and searched her face.

"The talent, it's Lavinia's or this body whatever you want to call it. This body is the one with the talent, I can just... utilize it because I live in this body but my soul..." Lavinia stopped suddenly unable to speak.

Charlie was stunned could what she was telling him really be true?

"My soul just wants to go home," Lavinia said finally.

"How Lavinia?" Charlie suddenly shouted and he stood up he looked so angry, leaning over her his arms flailing about.

"How are you going to go home? Everyone Dolly ever knew is dead. There's no way back surely you do understand that? Charlie's voice just got louder and more passionate, he was suddenly storming across the room.

Lavinia's eyes began to well with tears and she stood, scrambling for her bag and her drawing of Will.

"I thought you understood," Lavinia whimpered through the tears.

"I don't think any sane human being could comprehend some of the things you say to me," cried Charlie. 

She shot one last heartbroken glance at Charlie and attempted to leave the office but, Doctor Franklyn was hovering in the doorway and obstructing her exit. He had apparently heard some of the conversation. Lavinia tried to move passed Doctor Franklyn and leave but he moved in front of her and shot a horrified look at Charlie.

"March what the hell is this?" Spat Doctor Franklyn

Doctor Franklyn grabbed Lavinia by her forearm and pulled her back towards Charlie.

"I thought I told you to get rid of it," he said.

"It?" Said Lavinia she was now so furious her sobbing had stopped and been replaced by anger.

"Let her go," said Charlie stunned and angry to seen Doctor Franklyn.

Doctor Franklyn released Lavinia's arm.

"Lavinia this is my brother, February".

Lavinia gave him displeased glare and yanked back her arm even though he had already let it go.

"I'm sorry Lavinia please feel free to go," said Charlie

"Every family has one," said Lavinia rubbing her arm as she exited the building not before she heard Doctor Franklyn start shouting.

"What's with pseudo-Alice?" He cried almost making the windows rattle.

"It's not... it's not like that," Charlie started. 

The rest of the argument was lost on her as she walked away from the office.

"Is that what I am, just a Pseudo Alice?" Lavinia said out loud as her feet touched the pavement. Letting everything that had happened in the last hour wash over her like a giant wave she walked away, but she knew she would be back. 

Hi Guys, thanks for reading- this is my first time publishing anything on Watt Pad, so I would really appreciate any and all honest feedback so I can get a sense of where I'm at and where I need to improve. Thank you so much, Chloe.

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