27.12.2012 Views

(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

SHOW MORE
SHOW LESS

Create successful ePaper yourself

Turn your PDF publications into a flip-book with our unique Google optimized e-Paper software.

evolts me, that shocks and terrifies me that I might lose him again... I watch<br />

him frown, and I hasten <strong>to</strong> correct him. He must know the reasons and know<br />

the wis<strong>do</strong>m <strong>be</strong>hind them so he is impressed with my planning! Speak! Speak,<br />

<strong>be</strong>fore he turns away...<br />

"I know I <strong>of</strong>ten act foolishly, my Love..." the words were quieter on my lips,<br />

and I try <strong>not</strong> <strong>to</strong> <strong>be</strong> impressed with my own calm, "but you said yourself that<br />

you CAN forget things if you are badly hurt. There are things in the legacy<br />

that could help you remem<strong>be</strong>r should you forget yourself."<br />

I coldly regard her through my eyes, tracing my gaze along her furrowed<br />

brow, wrinkled with worry, desperation. She has acted as I expected... yet<br />

there is something in what she says...<br />

"Perhaps... yet I hope <strong>not</strong>hing in this legacy is <strong>of</strong> value... I <strong>do</strong> <strong>not</strong> want you <strong>to</strong><br />

leave any things here in some safe that could <strong>be</strong> <strong>of</strong> some use on our<br />

journey." Why were women always like this, s<strong>to</strong>ring knickknacks out <strong>of</strong><br />

sentiment? Why couldn't their hoarding <strong>be</strong> spent on practical things instead?<br />

Her illusion was shattered, just for a moment - I watched, silent, as the<br />

emotion fell <strong>to</strong> the ground, splintering like silvered glass. "...<strong>of</strong> some use..."<br />

such a casual statement, yet even Deionarra SAW, and I hoped, just for a<br />

moment, I HOPED that she could SEE him for what he is... the serpent, the<br />

SERPENT...<br />

...and my hope died, as in Deionnara's eyes, the emotion is rebuilt, the slivers<br />

<strong>be</strong>ing drawn from the ground, the illusion rebuilt, but the slight sliver <strong>of</strong> pain<br />

remained.<br />

Oh please let him <strong>not</strong> think that I have <strong>do</strong>ne something foolish! I did it for<br />

HIM! I must... must make amends, but how?! I must convince him the legacy<br />

is unimportant, but it ISN'T, it ISN'T. I choke back a sob. It's EVERYTHING...<br />

"The legacy, my Love, it... it just has a few things <strong>to</strong> help you remem --"<br />

The scythe <strong>of</strong> words fell on Deionarra, so quick, so sharp, I couldn't follow its<br />

arcing path.<br />

"A legacy? The things you <strong>do</strong>, Deionarra... such... romantic gestures. No<br />

matter..."<br />

753

Hooray! Your file is uploaded and ready to be published.

Saved successfully!

Ooh no, something went wrong!