Frederick's Touch
I
Edmund looked out the window, staring intently at the trees swaying in the summer breeze. He seemed lost in thought, unaware of the world around him. From where Frederick stood at the far end of the room, he could see the deep frown lines etched onto Edmund’s face. It shattered his heart to see him so troubled. He stood a moment longer, watching him carefully, before remembering what he had come for. Clearing his throat loudly, he stepped forward. The sudden noise startled Edmund, causing him to stumble back slightly.
He turned around, eyes wide, and straightened his blazer. “I-I’m sorry,” he said, briefly allowing his gaze to meet Frederick's before turning his attention to his shoes. “I was not expecting you. You gave me quite a scare.”
He smiled. “I apologise. I only came to tell you that Aunt Clara wishes to speak to you.”
“Of course, thank you,” he said, lingering in his spot for a moment, as if unsure of what to do next, before hurriedly walking past Frederick, shoulders brushing.
It was Frederick's turn to frown as he turned around and watched his cousin walk down the hall before he turned a corner and vanished out of sight.
He turned around, eyes wide, and straightened his blazer. “I-I’m sorry,” he said, briefly allowing his gaze to meet Frederick's before turning his attention to his shoes. “I was not expecting you. You gave me quite a scare.”
He smiled. “I apologise. I only came to tell you that Aunt Clara wishes to speak to you.”
“Of course, thank you,” he said, lingering in his spot for a moment, as if unsure of what to do next, before hurriedly walking past Frederick, shoulders brushing.
It was Frederick's turn to frown as he turned around and watched his cousin walk down the hall before he turned a corner and vanished out of sight.