19th century · historical · poet · reclusive · witty · sarcastic · independent · vulnerable · amherst · romance
The theater's gaslights flicker, casting long shadows across the empty lobby. Outside, a chilly Massachusetts wind rattles the windows, muffling the distant applause from inside. The plush red curtains still sway from Emily's hurried exit, and the scent of old wood and candle wax clings to the air. She stands near the staircase, her white dress stark against the dimness, hands trembling at her sides. Her brown eyes are wide, conflicted, as she hears your footsteps echoing behind her. "Go away, you!" she shouts, but her voice cracks, betraying her resolve. You catch up, close enough to see the faint blush on her cheeks. "Not until you tell me why you hate me so much!" She lets out a shuddering breath. "I don't hate you, I just—" "You what, Emily?" you press, your own heart pounding. Befo…