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Post by Christophe Legard nó Shahrizai on Jul 7, 2009 0:22:01 GMT -5
I held her as she sobbed like her heart was breaking. I rocked her back and forth gently, cradling like her like she was the most delicate thing in the word, and make low soothing noises. But I couldn't fix this, even if I had caused it. Or perhaps because I caused this. And it made me miserable.
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Post by Malabelle Shahrizai on Jul 7, 2009 2:07:55 GMT -5
I cried myself out and eventually I was just weak and limp against him. My forehead pressed against the damp cloth of his shirt as my mind moved sluggishly. I couldn’t think beyond having to focus on just drawing my next breath.
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Post by Christophe Legard nó Shahrizai on Jul 7, 2009 15:10:20 GMT -5
"I'm sorry my love," I whispered into her hair, once her sobs had wound their way down. A tear escaped from my lashes and slid into her hair. "I'm sorry."
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Post by Malabelle Shahrizai on Jul 7, 2009 15:31:22 GMT -5
“Don’t,” I said softly, shaking my head a little. “Please don’t.”
I pressed closer to him. “I don’t want to talk about it anymore.”
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Post by Christophe Legard nó Shahrizai on Jul 7, 2009 20:45:15 GMT -5
"Alright. But may I say one more thing?" I asked, my voice very soft as I held her to me.
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Post by Malabelle Shahrizai on Jul 7, 2009 20:48:37 GMT -5
No. please just don’t ever mention it again. Come up with some lie to tell me when you are going to be with her. Let me live in my broken dream of a life with you where we are happy.
I nodded, not trusting myself to say anything aloud.
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Post by Christophe Legard nó Shahrizai on Jul 7, 2009 21:09:20 GMT -5
She didn't want me to say anything else, she just wanted to forget about it. I could see it in every line of her body, feel the tension in her thin frame.
"Please Mala, tell me if I can do anything to make this easier for you. Now, or down the road. I want to know what you feel, what you need," I said. I wanted to look her in the eyes when I said it, so she could see how honest I was being. Whispering into her hair was going to have to suffice. "And that's the last I'll say about it today, I promise." My arms tightened around her.
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Post by Malabelle Shahrizai on Jul 7, 2009 21:16:43 GMT -5
“Just take me home,” I whispered, trembling slightly. “I want this day to be done with.” There was nothing he could do, now or ever that would make this better or easier on me. For the rest of our lives this was going to be a wound on our happiness, a constant painful bleeding wound that would keep us from being whole and right. How could that ever be made easier?
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Post by Christophe Legard nó Shahrizai on Jul 8, 2009 0:01:05 GMT -5
"We're almost there," I whispered, rocking her again in my arms. Gods, I hated to see her so miserable, hated it even more that it was my fault. All I could do was hold her, comfort her. Damn it...
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Post by Malabelle Shahrizai on Jul 8, 2009 0:04:14 GMT -5
I just pressed against him, wanting to be home, in bed and dropping into the oblivion of sleep.
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Post by Soleil Belfours on Jul 10, 2009 22:55:36 GMT -5
As soon as they were both gone, I let out a big sigh. I'd behaved, behaved much better than that viper Malabelle, and now I needed to abuse someone. I stalked upstairs, well, as much as one could waddle and stalk at the same time, and stormed into my bathing room. The tub was spotless, as always, but just the same I rang the bell for the maid anyway. When she arrived, I slapped her face, hissed for her to clean the tub again, then swept out and went to my room. I slammed the door, before breaking into raw, hysterical sobs. That witch was crying somewhere with my baby's father comforting her, when I was the one needed comforting.
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