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“You’re no good for me.”
Elizabeth stared at Marilyn, tears in her eyes. Her gown was ruffled, wrinkles smearing the once-smooth fabric, indents of fingernails on her shoulders. The once pristine ballroom was tainted, tarnished forever with the knowledge of what had happened here. Elizabeth turned her back on Marilyn as she strode towards the crown to pick it up.
“Lizzie, you can’t do this.”
“I must.”
“No, you don’t!”
“I have a duty to my country first and to my heart second Marilyn, Marilyn why can’t you just under-understand?”
Her knuckles went white as they held on tighter to her crown. The crown. That was her life, nothing else. Marilyn came closer to her, her bright blue eyes staring into her, piercing into her soul.
Oh why was this so hard? Elizabeth had to leave, run far away from this American, this American who made the world just seem a little brighter.
“My life will forever be indebted to the public, Liz.” Marilyn put her hand on Elizabeth’s shoulder and cupped her chin.
“That just gives me more reason to treasure what I have.”
Marilyn pressed her lips to Elizabeth’s shoulders and traced around her freckles. Elizabeth sighed as she let her head arch back, not caring who’d catch them in this ballroom.
“I want this to be just between us Liz, nobody has to know.”
The crown clattered to the floor.
“I’m yours, Marilyn. I love you.”