I Capture the Castle Page #8

and I'm not invincible.

- You haven't failed.

- I failed your mother.

I knew she was ill, Cassandra.

I knew when I went for her with

the cake knife, and so did she.

Don't tell me.

She had said... She had

said I didn't care.

She accused me of lacking tenderness...

and she was right.

I couldn't make her secure.

I couldn't make her feel loved,

even when she was dying!

Don't cry. Don't cry.

What good are words on a page?

What good is anything if a man can't

open his heart and let himself out?

I would give every word I ever wrote

to have this moment with her.

She would like that.

Would she forgive me?

She would say she understood.

Have I failed you, Cassandra?

I'm 18.

I can't see it, somehow.

I don't expect you to forgive me.

I know that.

I thought I was going to lose you, again.

I wouldn't let that happen.

It's good we can be civilized.

Yes, mother's pleased about that.

You see, I saw Neil kissing her

the night he lied about the bear.

I saw Rose kiss him back, too.

Was that before

she slapped his face or after?

She never slapped his face.

I went to his hotel,

because I believed

things would come right

if just one person told the truth.

Rose has never been so happy in her life.

I didn't do it for Rose.

I did it for you,

so you could have Simon.

Can we get a move on, please?

This way everyone. Come along.

See you in the cab.

I'm scared, Cassie.

You're in love.

You know I'm telling

the truth this time, don't you?

I know.

I want you to be this happy, Cassandra.

I want you to know what this feels like.

I know I'm supposed

to throw it and everything,

but it's only got

a bit of ribbon around it

and I'm afraid it might fall apart,

or you'll miss

and Mrs. Cotton will catch it.

And so my sister departed

for the New World.

Just knock.

Read this.

You don't need me.

I do.

Come home.

And now our lives

seem full of possibility.

Work on the novel continues.

Passages are being published

in a highbrow magazine.

Topaz, get yourself up here,

woman! Now!

"The cat sat on the mat"

was not a nonsense.

It concerns a child

who is learning to read

and is symbolic of a journey

towards understanding.

The key to all knowledge comes in words

of just one syllable... apparently.

Hello? Hello, anybody home?

I'm planning a critical essay on your father's

new work after the excerpts are published.

The whole novel could take

its time in coming, you see?

Things have to be kept alive.

I suppose you mean Father's reputation?

I mean everything I've come to love here.

England matters too much.

I'll never give it up.

Even if you go back to America?

Even when.

I wish I could take you with me.

Would you come?

Would you?

Not if you're still in love with Rose.

How can you be, Simon,

after everything she did?

Because I don't have a choice.

Love is like that.

Do you think I don't know

love is like that?

I'm sorry.

We could be good companions, Cassandra.

We could read poetry together.

I could play you music.

You'd make me laugh.

Wouldn't that be a nice little life?

- It wouldn't be enough.

- I don't ask for ecstasy.

I mean enough for me.

Simon, I don't want to go through life

like my mother, afraid that

I'm not really loved.

Even if it meant I could

go through life with you.

I can understand that.

You know,

I'd love to see America one day,

should circumstances

ever prove favorable.

I will come back.

They're just not favorable now.

You were always wise beyond your years.

No, I wasn't.

I used to be consciously naive.

Perhaps he meant it.

Perhaps he will come back,

but everything feels fractured

and my heart is bruised.

Still, better all that hurt

than to have known no pain...

learnt nothing.

There's only the last page

left to write on.

I'll fill it with words

of just one syllable.

I love.

I have loved.

I will love.

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