Alone in the apartment, Paul returned to Holly's bedroom where she still lay, sobbing into the broken pillow and sat down on the bed beside her.
"Come here, Honey."
Immediately she raised her head and snuggled next to him, crying into his shirt.
It was the first time in his life where he'd ever felt completely helpless. She was trembling badly and even his hand running up and down her back did little to calm her.
"I'm so sorry, Honey." He whispered over and over again.
"Oh, Fred!" Holly cried.
Paul wasn't sure if the name was meant for him or her brother. She'd told him often that he reminded her of Fred and agreed to let her call him by the same name.
Although he'd never had the pleasure of knowing the young boy, Paul was flattered; for Holly seemed to hold her brother in the highest regard.
He leaned his cheek against hers; alarmed at how warm she felt despite the wet tears on her skin.
"I'm here. Everything will be all right." He whispered, holding her close as he rocked her back and forth like a child.
His heart broke when she continued to whimper; saying her brother's name over and over again.
"Oh, Fred... Fred... Oh, Fred..."
Of course he wasn't Fred; far from it. From what she'd told him, he could never live up to her little brother's image, but now he was sure as hell going to try.
He owed her that much at least.
But he couldn't think about that now. His only concern was to help her through this. And it certainly wasn't going to be easy.
He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he hadn't noticed that she'd fallen asleep in his arms.
Gently he removed her tiara and her pink shoes and tucked her into bed.
She'd been through hell and needed her rest.
As though sensing that something was wrong, Cat immediately jumped onto the bed, and snuggled beside Holly, rubbing his body against hers.
"Thanks, Cat." Paul smiled as he rubbed the orange tabby's fur.
He watched Holly sleeping and carefully brushed the hair from her face. When she woke she was sure to be even more upset; having to deal with the fact that her brother was gone and the only real family she had left was her ex-husband Doc.
But he shuddered to think of what would happen when she learned that Jose was no longer interested in her.
Just as Paul suspected, he was clearly the type who was liable to take advantage of a young woman as he flaunted his wealth. And sadly, Holly fell for it.
If only Holly would realize that there was one man who loved her for more than money and riches.
Paul wasn't rich by any means. If anything he was barely getting by. A struggling writer, he was forever trying to find the perfect story to submit to a publisher.
His one book had done remarkably well and he vowed to read it to Holly. It seems that she was the only one interested in his life these days.
Boldly he kissed her cheek, remembering the kiss they had shared in the hallway after spending the entire day trying new things.
It was the most fun he'd had in years.
"I love you Holly Golightly. And even if you don't love me... I'll never stop trying to win your heart." He said softly into her ear.
Her upswept hair had come undone and was now splayed across the pillow, making her appear more beautiful than he'd ever seen her.
"Holly? Did you hear me? I'm in love with you. You're my whole world. Will you marry me?"
The question fell out of his mouth and he felt his heart beating faster; unable to believe he'd asked so casually.
"Yes..." Holly answered.
Her eyes fluttered open and he was surprised when she smiled. She had every right to be sad after what she'd been through but here she was, smiling.
He ran his fingers across her cheek.
"Holly, are you okay? Did you hear what I said?"
"Yes, I did."
He paused, waiting for her reply, which was bound to be disappointing but he had to know.
"I love you too, Paul Varjak. And yes... I'll marry you."