1 Work by sevenfoxes in Little Women Series - Louisa May Alcott
27 Jan 2015
Connecticut is cold in the winter; the Atlantic wind is fierce when the earth is tipped this far away from the sun. The horses in the fields are small dots lost in and endless spread of white.
Laurie's face is tight, bent away from her, into the breeze. He looks so much older than he is, so much older than she remembers him in this place. They're standing at the same broken down fence that Laurie had proposed marriage to her at only three years earlier. Now, Jo's eyes drift down to the band of sharp gold stretched across his ring finger, placed there by another March sister.
How did we end up here? he asks. He doesn't look at her when he says it, and it's only when they're back inside the house, Amy's hand slipping into his, that Jo realizes that the question was not for her.
The most torturous prisons are the ones we build for ourselves.