Endearingly Declined - Flash Fiction
"I'm not deceptive.. and I'm not unkind. I may not be the most beautiful person in the world—far from it but I—"
"Dearest," he interrupted her, gently. "It's not a question of what qualities you possess or lack. I assure you I do like you. I think you're one of the most charming, amiable young ladies I have ever had the good fortune to become acquainted with but... But you see the issue lies entirely with me. I couldn't give up my lifestyle - not for anyone. I am happy just as I am."
"But don't ever feel lonely?" Angelica implored him, an urgency seeping into her tone. "Don't you ever come home to an empty apartment and just— I mean I know you have friends but I thought—"
He took her hand into his. "Yes," he told her, softly. "Yes, I won't deceive you, I do feel that at times. But don't you see? It's not like acquiring a possession where you can just go on living your life as you did before and only ever pay any mind to it when it suits you. Yes, I have an empty