An insight into what Mariana Cortéz and Thomas Shelby were like before the violence and murder
And how they became so numb to the world around them.
How they came together and fell apart before the war.
And how the Shelby's became the notorious, ru...
"But he, that dares not grasp the thorn, should never crave the rose" - Anne Brontë
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September •1913• Mariana's POV
"Why didn't you tell me?" I shouted, slamming the door and throwing my bag and hat down onto the table "Hello to you too Mariana" Freddie said, folding his newspaper closed, taking his feet down from their place on the table.
"He had a girlfriend?" I asked loudly, watching his eyes widen before he sighed and pushed the chair beside him out with his foot "He finally told you then?" He asked, as I sat down "No, John told me" I said
"Fucking grass" he muttered "Her name is Greta?" I asked "Yeah, Greta Jurossi, you remember her sister from school, fucking... everyone called her Kitty" he explained, trying to recall her actual name. Yeah I remembered her.
"Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't Tommy tell me?" I asked I didn't know how to deal with this feeling
I wasn't stupid. I liked to think of myself as rather aware of myself And I knew this bubbling anxious tingle under my skin was jealousy. And insecurity
And realistically I had no right to even be upset Me and Tommy weren't together I wasn't even here He had every right to date another girl To be in a relationship if he wanted to.
So why did this hurt so much? The thought of him and her The thought of him having feelings for someone else I could tell myself I could have handled it if he had just slept around
But he liked her? He dated her? And he purposely didn't mention it to me "For how long?" I asked when Freddie had said nothing "Freddie?" I urged "Little over a year I guess" he said "What?" I said, deflating into myself even more So it was serious.
"But it didn't mean anything" he dismissed "How do you figure that Freddie? A year! Over a year rather! You sat there and told me to tell him I love him! Knowing he hadn't told me about her! Did he... did he love her?" I asked "As far as I'm aware, no, he never said it was serious to me and they broke up anyway so-"
"John said he dumped her?" I said, receiving a nod as confirmation Why did knowing that ease my pain slightly? Knowing he didn't want her anymore That he left her.
"Why didn't he tell me Fred?" I asked sadly "You know why Mari" he said. I guess I did. No one wants to tell their old fling that he had a new girl whilst she was in prison. I guess...
"What do I say to him now? I've kissed him Fred, twice now, I feel like such a fucking idiot" I groaned, dropping my head into my hands.
"You're not an idiot, look he flaunted her a bit, okay? But that didn't mean he liked her seriously, didn't mean he loved her, I think he was trying to distract himself" he explained "From me?" I asked "Yeah, he was broken when you got put away, he was drinking, fighting, isolating himself. He was a mess and then he found a gullible young pretty face that wanted to listen to all his fucking problems, she was a distraction Mar, trust me on that" he said.
