| Subject: ~!~ A last goodbye....... ~!~ |
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Date Posted: 18:15:57 10/08/01 Mon
In reply to:
Dark Love...Fair Love
's message, "*Slight movement...*" on 17:26:58 10/08/01 Mon
~!~ Tired, bloodied mare awaits death with tears in her eyes, biting her lip hard when no swift action is taken, and she finds herself still breathing. Rising shakily, knees trembling, she drags her exausted figure towards the cliff, near where she had tortured herself with the jagged outcroppings, still covered with the blood she had spilt rubbing against them. With a heavy sigh, she approaches the outcropping, carefully lowering herself down the ragged path towards where his crumpled body lay, numb eyes turning blank with pain as she comes upon the sight of him, drenched in sweat and blood - her own doing. Keeping a safe distance, she remains in silence, thinking over the situation. She had not meant to kill herself, only to spill a little of her pain, release it to feel better. Instead, she had caused his attempted suicide, the exact opposite of what she had wanted. Words of a song suddenly pop into her mind, suddenly singing quietly, lyrics replayed in the face of a mirror over and over until they rang with ache and loss in her head. She lives in a bungalow, she kills me with rose-garden thorns, so carefully.... My love is unusual, it's painted with roses and thorns.... with her I'm complete.... But the last part could not be true. No.. he could not be complete with her. There was no way, no question. She lives by the wall, and waits by the door... she walks in the sun to me...... There was no longer a need to go to him. She knew what she must do. Visions of Mexico seduce me and go to my head, so carefully.... Memories of candles and insense and all of these things, remember me.... There was no way around it. She comforts me when the candles blow out... The cake has grown mold, but the memories are sweet.... the laughter's all gone, but the memories are mine... the Mexican princess is out of my life..... She must leave. With a heavy, thick sigh, she slowly back away from him, finally finding the bravery to speak, the air to push forth painful words. ~!~ I am leaving. I must go. I have overstayed my welcome here. So I bid you goodbye, and I hope you lead a better life than the one I have thrust upon you. If you love me, you will stop me. So don't even try. ~!~ Gathering her wits about her, she backs away, carefully acending the mountain, hunting around for Sei. ~!~ Sei... I must be leaving... I am not welcome here any longer. If you wish to come with me.. I would love you to. But it is your choice. You may stay here with everyone, or you may travel with me.. I do not know where we would be going. ~!~ Softly nudging her daughter's cheek, she gently chews at a corner of her lip, wishing hear her decision, aching to leave, to restore peace to this once fair meadow.... ~!~
' ... the mexican princess is out of my life... '
-=- Music Of The Night -=-
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