no broken promises.
Shadow of a Doubt.
Charlotte. Charlie. Summer nights and family bonding.
Just a drabble; an attempted character study of Charlotte at the end of the film.
"The same blood flows through our veins."
He'd loved saying that to her. Savored the guilty flush that darkened her cheeks. The ashamed glances.
(What he didn't know was how sick it made her feel.)
"I'll kill you myself," she'd whispered, and she remembers the cool bemusement lighting his eyes, the hint of a smirk, almost daring her (that night on the porch, the soft Santa Rosa breeze chilling her bare arms, her mother's rose bushes a nauseating perfume that choked her without the aid of slow hands--)
--not realizing how very serious she was.
Charlotte. Charlie. Summer nights and family bonding.
Just a drabble; an attempted character study of Charlotte at the end of the film.
"The same blood flows through our veins."
He'd loved saying that to her. Savored the guilty flush that darkened her cheeks. The ashamed glances.
(What he didn't know was how sick it made her feel.)
"I'll kill you myself," she'd whispered, and she remembers the cool bemusement lighting his eyes, the hint of a smirk, almost daring her (that night on the porch, the soft Santa Rosa breeze chilling her bare arms, her mother's rose bushes a nauseating perfume that choked her without the aid of slow hands--)
--not realizing how very serious she was.