Result of boredom? Very much so.
Enjoy.
-emmy
Her smile tells us nothing about who she is. Tortured for years, she can barely afford to breath. She missed love; she missed the warmth of a home, the warmth of her brothers' smile.
"Time," Natalya says, "will help me forget." But on this inside she knows it won't.
Broken hearts are gone to the wind; she wants to scream to the world about her pain. Hollow breaths are taken, silent tears fall from her lashes. Natalya loved him with all her heart, but she was forced to leave his side.
"This is my world," She says, "I can leave whenever I want!" But we all know she's forced to stay in that hideous world she truly hated.
"Don't regret your past," she whispered, "embrace it; save it unlike I was able too. All of the things that were here before are no longer here."
Her silent lips fell dry. She could only think that things were passing her quickly, she had no chance to save it or embrace it. The wind picked up and blew around her pale, blonde hair. The bow that sat loosely in her hair was fluttered off, and danced wildly in the wind.
She is a girl with a fragile soul, though she rarely lets people know. If people knew about her weakness, they would take advantage of her. But, she did let Ivan know of her weaknesses, for that was the type of love she had towards him. Natalya wanted him to love her for who she was, not for who she faked. But, he never loved her as much as her heart wanted him too.
"I love life here!" She smiled, thinking of her older sister she saw quite frequently. But on the inside, she denied, and internally says, I miss my old life, I miss Ivan.
"Someday, I'll be able to touch my brother with love and appreciation…" She whispered to the cold wind, "Someday, he'll love me as much as I love him." Determination seeped through her accented voice.
Her knees made contact with the snowy Belorussian ground below as she finally let her walls break down. She knew her brother would never want to marry her… He'd much prefer a nice, calmer woman. The knife that was sitting in her hand fell to the ground, "W-why can't he accept me?"
Natalya sat on the ground staring at the snow that fell onto the ground. It was then that she took time to notice her dress, and how the edges were very worn out. She noticed how eerily quiet it was in her country after she split from the USSR. Some days, she wished she had the hustle and bustle of life back. Her finger tips made contact with the scarf that sat loosely around her neck. Tearing the fabric away from her body, her eyes watched as the light, fluffy fabric fluttered with the cold winters wind.
'It was a gift from big brother…' She thought as she let her fingers run along the length of the cloth. Images of Ivan and his embrace ran through her mind. She deeply wished, with all of her might, that she could go back to her old life, so she could actually have enough time to embrace and save everything she held dear from Ivan and from others.
"Eventually," She said, looking upwards at the long vast amount of snow and forest that sat in front of her, "I'll get back at Russia, and make him mine."