Cause I was going down,
but I was doing it with you

Yeah, everything we broke, and
all the trouble that we made
*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

1862

ONE AFTERNOON, LAURIE LAURENCE was standing upon a small seat gazing out his drawing room window, as Mr Brooks attempted to help him with his studies.

"There's a girl out there." Laurie spoke, not drawing his attention away from the young March girl pacing outside his window in the snow. A look of pure curiosity gracing his features.

Laurie had the kind of face that stopped girls in their tracks. He must have gotten used to it, the sudden pause in a person's natural expression when they looked his way followed by overcompensating with a nonchalant gaze and a weak smile. Of course the blush that accompanied it was a dead give-away. It didn't help that he was so modest with it, it made the girls fall for him all the more. Despite all the opportunity that came his way he was a one-woman-man who prized genuineness and thoughtful conversation above lipstick and high-heels. He was handsome alright, but inside he was beautiful.

"No, there is not." His tutor spoke, fed up with the young boys antics.

"Yes, Mr Brooks there's a girl out there."

Laurie, eager to meet the younger female outside the window, grabbed the stool that rested beside him and placed it below the window. "That's a girl."

As he opened the window, Laurie welcomed the chilly breeze from the outside world. Snow was resting upon the grass and trees as if it were a feather cushion, soft and warm. It covered the rich, deep ground in perfect white.

"Hello there! Are you hurt?"

Suddenly, Amy March's tears stopped as soon as they started. Each corner of her mouth was drawn towards each side of her chin as her lips wobbled and her eyes shimmered with unleashed tears. "I'm Amy."

"Hello, Amy. I'm Laurie!"

She nodded her head grimly. Anyone could see her gravity-drawn shoulders painting a picture of her heart. "I know, you're the pretty girls brother. You brought my sister back after the dance." The young girl never stopped to take a breath as she continued, "I would have never of sprained my ankle, I have lovely small feet. The best in the family. But I can never go home again, because I'm in such trouble!"

"Look! Mr Davis hit me." The young March girl sobbed as she raised her hand to show the older boy.

After very little encouragement, Amy was welcomed in to the Laurence family home. Gasping with excitement, she ran towards one of the many books in the drawing room. "Tell the servants I want this painting purchased for me immediately."

However, it was small painting of Charlotte Laurence that rested delicately on top of the fire place that truely caught her eye. "Oh, it's the pretty girl!"

The March girl grabbed the small painting, hugging it close to herself. Each of her shoulders curled in, towards her chest. Her eyes skimmed the painting, imagining the soft stroke of the brush as it danced across the page. Whoever got to study Miss Laurence while painting her was a very lucky soul indeed.

Suddenly, numerous sets of footprints were heard entering the large mansion as they made their way towards the drawing room, "Amy?"

"What did you do?" Meg March, the oldest of the sisters, complained as she saw her sister with a bleeding hand.

"Nothing! I did nothing. I did a drawing and Mr Davis hit me."

"Who hit you?"

Three simple words spoken by Charlotte Laurence was enough to grab everyone's attention.

"Charlotte you're here!" The youngest March screamed, jumping from her spot on the chair and rushing towards her new friend and surrounding her in a warm embrace. "I thought I would never, ever see you again!"

Pulling away from the hug, Lotties eyes showed the kind of gentle concern Amy's father used to have. She laid her small hand lightly on the March girls shoulder, and instead of flinching like she usually did, Amy was soothed by it.

"Are you alright?" Charlotte left her hand there and spoke with such a soft voice Amy felt his words calming her more by the way they were said than the actual words. It felt as though she was wrapped in a blanket of her caring.

"I'm much better now, thank you!"

"Here, let me help you." Charlotte spoke softly, before letting go and rushing out of the room.

"You are not to attend that school anymore."

"Good, that man has always been an idiot!"

Lottie heard the chorus of March sisters speak as she returned to the room.

"Here..." Charlotte spoke as she grabbed Amy's hand and led her back to the chair. Sitting beside her, she gentley grabbed her hand, caressing the younger girls palm with her thumb. She whispered, "Let me wrap this for you."

Amy was in a trance as she stared at Charlotte, her eyes watched in fascination as the other girl held her hand as though it was delicate china. Each touch, as well as the gentle breeze entering the room, created goosebumps across Amy's skin.

"Can I come look at all the paintings some day." The March girl whispered, her sloped nose almost touching Charlotte's as everyone else in the room was engrossed in their own conversations. The look in Amy's eyes at that moment made Charlotte's hands grow clammy and sent her heart straight to her throat.

"I would want nothing more."

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 !
hello ! it's been a while
since I've updated, and
i'm sorry this chapter
isn't very exciting.