saying goodbye - ben
benjamin-radcliffe
The clang of silverware was the only sound in the dining room on the morning after Matthieu’s birthday ball, and everyone was much too tired to start any kind of worthwhile conversation. Everyone was in their own little world. That is, until the sharp sound of a knock cut throughout the house, perking everyone’s head up. It was odd that someone would be knocking so early in the morning, but it would be rude if they were kept waiting. “Non, non c’est bien Cogsworth. Je vais,” Matt said quickly, eager to escape the mood of the room and curious who it was anyway. He folded his napkin and put it on the table in front of him, excusing himself from breakfast and walking hastily to the front entrance. The knock sounded again, and he quickened his pace. “Je viens, I am coming,” he called, his french accent strong after switching his brain from the language to English. Arriving at the large wooden double doors, he pulled them open, and was smacked in the face with a rather large surprise. In fact, it took him a little while to realize what was going on, but once he had, a large smile appeared.