Constance Bonacieux (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
uncommonlybrave) wrote2015-02-04 03:17 pm
uncommonlybrave) wrote2015-02-04 03:17 pm
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et si le combat prend fin, c'est surement parce qu'on t'as pris par la main
Truth be told, d'Artagnan was not her first stop after she spoke with Porthos. Though Constance knows in her heart what she needs to do and that this divorce is more for herself than anyone else, the fact remains that divorce is a serious thing, a terrible crime in the eyes of God. She believes that He will forgive her sins, made as they are in the name of love, harming no one, but even so, there is some small flicker of doubt on that part. Who is she to think the rule apply differently to her than to anyone else?
But then she thinks, how can it be so wrong? If the love isn't there, if she has the means to care for herself now, then what point would there be in staying in a loveless marriage? Who is hurt by her choosing this for herself? Bonacieux is not even here. He cannot be harmed by what doesn't affect him. Still she stops at church on the way to d'Artagnan's apartment, taking a few minutes to light a candle and say a prayer, to ask for forgiveness. God help her, she needs this. Terrifying as the prospect is, she wants it fiercely. Until she cuts the ties of her marriage, she'll spend forever looking over her shoulder, wondering when all this will be taken from her. She won't lose her chance to fear.
Hurrying over, she doesn't take the time even to call, instead hurrying up to his door and knocking. How she'll tell him, what she'll say, she hardly knows, but she must tell him what Porthos has told her. He needs to know. She needs him to know.
But then she thinks, how can it be so wrong? If the love isn't there, if she has the means to care for herself now, then what point would there be in staying in a loveless marriage? Who is hurt by her choosing this for herself? Bonacieux is not even here. He cannot be harmed by what doesn't affect him. Still she stops at church on the way to d'Artagnan's apartment, taking a few minutes to light a candle and say a prayer, to ask for forgiveness. God help her, she needs this. Terrifying as the prospect is, she wants it fiercely. Until she cuts the ties of her marriage, she'll spend forever looking over her shoulder, wondering when all this will be taken from her. She won't lose her chance to fear.
Hurrying over, she doesn't take the time even to call, instead hurrying up to his door and knocking. How she'll tell him, what she'll say, she hardly knows, but she must tell him what Porthos has told her. He needs to know. She needs him to know.