Full Circle
Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 9:04 am
Devrah stood, her back to the jagged stones of the mountainside. The wind whipped some loose strands of dark red hair around her face, but she didn't care. Her dark green eyes stared straight ahead, at nothing. There was a piece of paper in her hand, but she wasn't looking at it. She didn't need to look at it. She had already memorized what it said.
Devrah,
I am gone. I cannot say when if or when I will be back.
I hope you understand one day. I hope you can heal by yourself as I was unable to heal you. I will always love you, and I hope your trust for me is such that you will keep your own love strong as well. I am certain we will meet again.
Kamik.
Her eyes burned from the tears she wanted to shed. Her jaw was sore from clenching it so hard. Her bottom lip bled from biting it. Mostly, though, the pain was in her gut, a wrenching, throbbing pain.
Gone.
I am gone.
She should have seen it in his broken stature, the pleading look in his eyes when he tried to show her hope.
I cannot say if or when I will ever come back.
He would never come back. She knew it in her heart. She did not know where he had gone, but she knew why.
I hope you can understand one day.
She understood now. She understood that he no longer loved her; that he perhaps never had. She understood, at last, that Diarmhid had been right all along. There was no place for love in this world. She had been foolish to believe there was, and now she was paying for it, paying with that awful pain in her midsection.
I hope you can heal by yourself as I was unable to heal you.
Oh, yes, she would heal. She would heal the way a deep knife-wound healed. She would cover the wound, fill it in with dead tissue, keep it numb, if just a little more vulnerable.
I will always love you and I hope your trust for me is such that you will keep your love strong as well.
Lying never suited you, Kamik. Don't start now, and I won't either.
I am certain we will meet again.
No, they would not meet again. Devrah would make certain of that.
And it looked like she had come full circle, after all. She had strted out alone, hard, unreachable. And she would end that way, too. She would end that way...
Devrah's movements were always fast, and now was no exception. In a fraction of a heartbeat, her dagger had moved from its sheath to her tightly clenched fust, was held at the base of her throat. Her hands were steady, even though the soft skin of her neck trembled under the blade's caress...
Devrah,
I am gone. I cannot say when if or when I will be back.
I hope you understand one day. I hope you can heal by yourself as I was unable to heal you. I will always love you, and I hope your trust for me is such that you will keep your own love strong as well. I am certain we will meet again.
Kamik.
Her eyes burned from the tears she wanted to shed. Her jaw was sore from clenching it so hard. Her bottom lip bled from biting it. Mostly, though, the pain was in her gut, a wrenching, throbbing pain.
Gone.
I am gone.
She should have seen it in his broken stature, the pleading look in his eyes when he tried to show her hope.
I cannot say if or when I will ever come back.
He would never come back. She knew it in her heart. She did not know where he had gone, but she knew why.
I hope you can understand one day.
She understood now. She understood that he no longer loved her; that he perhaps never had. She understood, at last, that Diarmhid had been right all along. There was no place for love in this world. She had been foolish to believe there was, and now she was paying for it, paying with that awful pain in her midsection.
I hope you can heal by yourself as I was unable to heal you.
Oh, yes, she would heal. She would heal the way a deep knife-wound healed. She would cover the wound, fill it in with dead tissue, keep it numb, if just a little more vulnerable.
I will always love you and I hope your trust for me is such that you will keep your love strong as well.
Lying never suited you, Kamik. Don't start now, and I won't either.
I am certain we will meet again.
No, they would not meet again. Devrah would make certain of that.
And it looked like she had come full circle, after all. She had strted out alone, hard, unreachable. And she would end that way, too. She would end that way...
Devrah's movements were always fast, and now was no exception. In a fraction of a heartbeat, her dagger had moved from its sheath to her tightly clenched fust, was held at the base of her throat. Her hands were steady, even though the soft skin of her neck trembled under the blade's caress...