"What .... are ... you .... doing?" I repeated, my teeth clenched. I didn't even know why I cared so much. I guess it was just seeing Nathan (he looked really handsome with wet hair) with my sister when I already felt awful for having to marry him.
Felicity looked nervous. She didn't speak.
I turned from her to Nathan.
"Nathan?" I asked, looking at him imploringly.
"I'm sorry," he muttered. So much was expressed in his words. The fact that he was regretful, a hint that he liked Felicity - as more than a friend - the implication that he wanted to make me happy and also, quite depressingly, the suggestion that he wanted to be with my sister.
Choked, I said "I was considering trying to make this work."
"We have to make it work," Nathan whispered.
"Will you try too?" I asked softly, and it was hard to ask in front of Felicity, who looked crestfallen now, but I had to know. And she had to know too. She loved us both.
"Yes" he choked out. A sob escaped Felicity's lips and she raced away. Nathan wanted to go after. It was so clear in his eyes.
"Go," I murmured.
"I can't," Nathan whispered. "It will only hurt both of us more." He moved over to me and offered his hand.
"Are you sure?" I tentatively took his hand, not sure if this was right.
"It's not really my choice to make" he whispered quietly.
"I want you to be happy, Nathan. And I don't want to hurt my sister. I can't help our situation."
Nathan looked pained. "I can't be with her"
He began to guide us along the hall.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"I don't know," Nathaniel murmured. "Wandering." His voice was still a whisper.
I looked up at him. His jaw was tight.
"I'm so, so sorry," I murmured.
Nathan looked away. "You can't say sorry when it isn't your fault."
"I feel like it is, though," I said, looking away myself.
Nathan put his hand on her cheek and tilted her face up. He leant down and kissed her. There was desire... but no spark.
"Anything?" he gasped.
"A little. Warmth. Pleasure. I like you taking the initiative. But... aside from that..." I shook my head disconsolately.
Nathan stepped away.
"What are we going to do?" he whispered, not really expecting an answer.
I shrugged. "I don't know. I really don't know."