a broken heart that's still beating

[Benedict Bridgerton]

Tag: Francesca Bridgerton

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THE RULES OF SOCIETY

The Bridgertons were no strangers to heartbreak and tragedy. Losing their father had taken a toll on all of them but the love that they had for one another, kept them going. Kept them thriving. And for a few of them now -- additional to the familial love that would always exist -- came romantic love. Some of them had fallen in love and embraced what it was to be a husband or wife. Benedict was no exception to this. Though his journey had been challenging and long . . . it was all worth it in the end, now that he could call Sophia Beckett his wife.

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But this feeling also brought forth guilt within Benedict. His happiness over his marriage was not completely gone, but replaced with devastation . . . for news about dear Francesca's husband had reached him. He had passed from his world and Benedict did not even hesitate to make the journey to the Bridgerton estate. His heart truly broke for his dear sister, knowing . . . seeing how much she loved John and how much he loved her. Something that any brother would be proud to see, and wished for when it came to his sister's happiness. Benedict dare not even imagine what it would be like to lose Sophie . . . so the thought of Francesca losing her love, was too difficult to bear. Yet, the harsh reality that she was now faced with.

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Arriving at their family home he quickly greeted his mother, seeing the toll it had taken on her as well, before immediately making his way to Francesca's room. He didn't care to freshen up, to rest, to eat. Necessity to see his mourning sister trumped all else. Lightly knocking at the slight ajar door, he gently opened it to check and see if she was sleeping. "Frannie?" He questioned in a soft, quiet voice. Barley audible, but meant for her ears only. He knew that there was nothing he could say in this moment to make it better, and if she desired to be alone . . . he would of course respect that. He just knew he had to see her, that he needed to be here for her, in whatever way she needed him to be.

[Francesca Bridgerton]

the other bridgerton

francesca & benedict

- Francesca Bridgerton -

Alone, sitting by the window in her room, was possibly the only thing Francesca could do ever since she came back to the Bridgerton Estate with her dear mother. She had woken up in the early morning that day - she found herself waking up earlier, and earlier with each passing day - though she had no clue what she was waking up early for.

She placed her hand on her belly before wrapping her whole arm around it, hugging herself and the baby inside her. John, she thought but only for a brief moment before bringing herself back to reality. Death was a strange thing; as days went by it felt as though she was slowly starting to forget about him, his face, his voice, his laugh and yet it also felt as though there was never a second that he had left her mind.

The sound of a soft knock took her out of her trance and she was rather relieved to be saved from a never ending spiral that was her own mind. Her thoughts have now become her worst enemy. It was absolutely depressing, what was once a source of comfort has now turned into a place of torture.

She sat up with her spine so straight she wondered if she grew taller just then, “Yes?” tilting her head a bit to catch a glimpse of who was peering through the door though she knew from his voice that it was her dear brother. “Benedict!” There was a twitch at the corners of her mouth, her pathetic attempt for a smile. “I was just thinking about you.” Liar.

“Come in, please.” She looked at him, her eyes glazed as though she was looking through him.

Bridgerton Estate, Benedict Bridgerton

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