Unspoken Memories

by

Jaby
(cat__soul@hotmail.com)

Niles buried his face in his hands in a silent afternoon in New York. It was fall, and he loved the way the leaves changed from one color to the other, the problem was picking them up after a long day of work.

He sighed. The air was chilling… the cold reminded him of his beloved England. How many times he had loved to go back, to remember the love and friends he once left there pursuing for Mr. Sheffield.

Maxwell,

How much time it had passed since he lest called him that; ages apparently. Now they were both different people. He was successful in business, with women and with money. He remembered when it was the other way around. Those were the good old days… now, now he cleaned toilets for living.

When was it that his dreams were forgotten?

When was it that being a butler seemed a better idea that law school?

His dad made him change his mind; Maxwell needs you, Maxwell can’t live without you, how is Maxwell going to raise a family if you’re not there? He had crumbled to the idea that no one could replace him in his employer’s life… Now he knew any butler could have done the job.

But…

All those happy memories;

Mr. Sheffield’s wedding with Sarah.

Ms Margaret’s birth

Her first steps

Her first tooth

Master Brighton’s birth

His first fight

The sweetness of letting C.C embarrassed in front of everyone

Her fist day of work

Miss Grace’s first word being Niles

Miss Fine’s arrival; her style, her flair; all the family that came along with her

His and C.C‘s first kiss

And all the bad memories as well

Mrs. Sheffield passing away and everything that came along with it.

Master Brighton self destructive pattern

Ms Grace’s first therapy session

Miss Margaret’s shyness

Babcock trying to have Maxwell

Falling for him

Loving him

Weren’t all those worth the trouble for? Weren’t all those memories worth the living for? Were they really? He sighed lifting his head.

"What is it butler boy?" she smiled sitting by his side, her voice sounded mocking but she was truly worried. He had been depress over a week now, sitting there on afternoons, looking at the sunsets and smiling sadly at the memory of something… or someone.

"Nothing Babcock" he looked at her, her hair shining in the last sun shines left, her blue eyes aching for an answer, her skin so pale he could almost see though her, and her lips, her soft sweet tasting lips. What was it that happened to him?

What was it really?

He didn’t know.

"Oh come on Rochester!" a smile crossed her face taking his hand in hers "We both know something’s wrong… there’s no one to play with my mind anymore. It feels kindda lonely"

He smiled looking at their join hands, he pressed hers tightly. He didn’t want her to go. He needed her. Always had.

"I wish I knew Babcock… I wish I knew"

They reminded that way for a moment, silently sharing silence. C.C’s smile faded away, what was it with him already? It had been over a week! OVER A WEEK! Usually her break downs lasted that long but his… actually now she came to think about it it was the first time in years he haven’t been that down.

Not since Nanny Fine had arrived. She sighed this time.

Her life was so senseless, ever had.

Since her first day of work.

Since the first day she was able to remember her memories were of pain and hurt.

When was it that she preferred working for a man that didn’t give a damn about her than living from her parent’ money?

Why wasn’t she married yet?

A part of her still believed in fairy tales, as lame as it sounded to her. She wanted to find Mr. Right as much as Nanny Fine did, but she had a thing to cover it up with; her job.

And Maxwell.

He was Mr. Right.

A big check account, handsome man, big company, the only contras were the kids but no one was perfect… and yet again he was another cover up.

For she didn’t love him.

Not really.

Why was she there then?

There was no coherent reason she could think about… except…

Niles.

Niles, the one that made her suffer uncountable times, the one that drove her to tears, the one that was always there with a witty comeback against her, the only one that knew how to drive her over the edge and how to bring her back… the one that knew her better than she did, the one that loved to see her down and miserable.

She was there for him?

The truth was that she couldn’t think of any other motive.

She could’ve been gone long ago and she wasn’t, she was still there, holding his hand, yearning for his touch. Niles looked at her once more; now she was down; now she was depressed. She lifted her face and their gaze met.

Niles moved his head a little closer; looking at her ad he knew it. She looked at his mouth coming dangerously closer and she held on tighter to his hand, approaching him silently.

The time stopped; not letting a second slip.

There they were, lingering in time for a perfect kiss, driving slowly closer towards the inevitable. Towards Fate.

Maybe that was what solved all problems. Maybe that was the reason why they were where they were. There was no other possible cause. There was no other chance. She had been about to resign so many times but something kept her there. Something made her stay even after being humiliated thousand of times. Even after being through every kind of pain a woman’s heart could be… she stayed.

Why?

Niles came closer and their eyes closed trying to make the moment even more perfect. Even more especial. Trying to remember afterwards every move the other one made, every touch. They were inches apart.

Yearning for each other’s touch.

For a mare moment their lips touched, and it seemed so perfect to be there, as the air froze the out and their breath was in each other’s faces.

Seconds from each other.

Moments from fate.

"Niles! Have you seen Miss Fine..." Max stood there in the window trying to hold his breath. C.C stood up swallowing hard; she cleaned her blue sexy suit and taking one last look at Niles she smiled leaving. Her hands in her forehead. How did it all come to that? How Maxwell did it to appear just in the worst moment possible?

Niles sighed in regret.

He should have kissed her while he could, while he still had the chance, while she still let him. He stood up stretching; he had to get ready for a new day to forget. After all if it didn’t happen it shouldn’t be remembered.

"I’m sorry old man"

"Whatever, sir"

And the yard was left alone in that fall afternoon, which was the scenario for not the first and not the last, either intent of kiss they both shared.

Why were they here?

Good question.

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