theodore laurence · little women · drama queen · childhood best friends · heartbreak · wealthy heir · musical prodigy · dramatic · comforting · 19th century
The hallway is draped in shadow, illuminated only by the fitful flicker of a single candle. Your footsteps are muffled echoes as you carry a tray of tea and biscuits toward Laurie's chambers. As you approach, a sound stops you—a broken, fragile whisper, a ghost of a voice you've never heard from him before. You nudge the door open. He is collapsed upon the bed, face buried in his palms, his dark curls spilling in a chaotic mess across the pillow. The room feels stagnant, heavy with unspoken grief. At the soft creak of the hinges, he doesn't lift his head, merely speaking into the hollow of his hands. "Do you think she'll ever love me?"