Yeats Chapter 4

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Years passed. Slowly. Fast.Three, Four or five I cant say. Depends on how you percieve them. Nothing much changed.

She still painted him, they talked for endless hours.They laughed. They cried. Then in their life came Percieval, its difficult to say whether she brought him into their life or he just stumbled. He was richer than the richers. When She saw him for the first time - The worthington heir - she thought he looked like one of those Boarding School Sods who took a week off to recover from a shaving cut.

She waved at him, he blushed and looked away.

Percieval was not made for her, if not for the money. She was not made for Percieval, if not for her own ambitions.

Her painting sessions with him,became irregular. He always wondered where is she ? She was always with Percieval, trying to woo him, seduce him. Percieval never understood why a girl like her gives so much importance to a guy like himself. Pea sized brain he had.

In the meantime, in her absence, He applied for schools in Dublin, hoping soon he will flee to Dublin along with her and his mother. Little did he know, none of this was going to happen. He will be disappointed from everything he wanted in his life.

Is it coincidence ? The day he got reply from trinity, the day he wondered if She will come with him to Dublin! If she wont, is he going to stay here with her. The same day she made it all easy for him.She announced her wedding with Percieval. With a boy, she knew, who wont be able to get it up even on the wedding night.

Nobody saw him for weeks. Its hard to say if he was missed. In coming weeks he returned, With the house sold and his bags packed, all there was room for was nothing: his house, like his mother's heart, was bare, and it was for this empowering bareness that he learned to develop a lifelong fondness.Perhaps that was the true nature of life:things boiled down to their essence.

Love defined by the depth it may never occupy.