Don't Cry For Me
07-29-2014, 11:12 AM
The snowy woman would sigh as her story was told, feeling the heavy weight on her chest nonetheless. With pain such as this, sharing the burden did not help. It was still there. Always there. Her crystalline eyes drifted up to the brute, watching as the emotions danced across his face. I'm sorry to hear this, Adelaide. She nodded in response to his tender voice, but his sympathy wasn't changing anything. Still, she had to admit, it was nice to have someone to talk to. I couldn't hope to understand everything about your pain... The lady was just about to tune out and return her attention to the beauty around her. This was where the consolations became painful to listen to. Of course the man didn't understand. He was a man, after all. He would never carry children inside of him and imagine what they would be like. He could be a father, of course, but it just wasn't the same. Her blue stare had just begun to stray when he continued. These words were different from the others she had heard. But you still have a chance to win your fight. If your mind is changed and you do want to give life to this world after all, then perhaps you will have another chance someday. Or not if that's how you want it. But either way you still live, so you can't let it drag you down and just lay there defeated. She felt an odd sensation as renewed pride filled itself in her chest. Her heartbeat quickened a bit, and she even managed to smile. His words were true. She couldn't live in darkness anymore. Her children would not have wanted it that way. Here she was, wishing that they could have seen the beauty of the world and experienced these wonderful things... when she was missing out on those opportunities herself. She still lived, so she should live for them. And maybe... just maybe... someday she could try again. Adelaide could accept the responsibilities and joys of being a mother. And this time she would do it right. With someone she loved, if such a blessing could touch her. Adelaide laughed softly and looked at the wonderful man who had brought her from these depths. She grinned and leaned forward to bump her shoulder against him gently. "Thank you so much for your kind words. They mean more to me than you can imagine." Her eyes were bright again. Her happiness had been redeemed. "I don't know how, but you've done it. You've helped me smile again. Thank you," the maiden said again, voice stressing those final words with earnest. Was it possible that he had saved her? "SPEECH" |