Elizabeta sat on the front pew in a large Cathedral. Her hair was elegant as always. Her green eyes stared down at her thin, fair-skinned hands. In them rested two rings. Both made of gold. They were her engagement and wedding ring. The engagement ring has 4 small squared diamonds placed in alinement. The wedding ring was gold with a single sapphire. The light shining in from the stain-glass windows dances on the brilliant blue gem. It was small, and it made a blue line of light show on her hand.
A single tear fell from her face and smothers the gem. Elizabeta threw the rings across the empty church. She cried and covered her face as tears ran like a stream down her face. Yet, no sound came from her except gasps for air and an occasional aching sound. These types of tears are the worst.
The beautiful Hungarian woman's heart ached from the heart break she suffered. Small hardly noticeable lines of mascara ran with her tears. She bit her lip to try and stop her self from screaming.
A cold, salty tear touched her lip. She wiped her tears quickly as she heard some one open the doors of the cathedral. Her eyes were still puffy and red. Her nose still red and her voice and heart showed the pain she was in.
She retrieved the rings and placed them back on her finger. "Oh, Hello Elizabeta! How are you today, where's is your husband?" asked the visitor. Elizabeta turned around to see it was Roderich. They were childhood friends and used to be sweet hearts but they had both grown to love others. Although, Elizabeta was still married but Roderich's wife had died 3 years ago.
"H-hello Roddy. Gilbert is working." she replied after a few moments trying her best not to look at him.
"Eliza, what's the matter?" He walked over and kneels in front of her and looked at her face before she quickly tried to stand up and leave but he caught her hand and made her sit again.
"Elizabeta! Tell me what happen! Why are you here crying like this?"
She took a breathe, shakily. Tears still clung to her red cheeks and dripped like rain from the water line of her eyes. She pulled up the sleeve of her black dress to reveal a large hand print in her wrist made of black and blue bruises. She pulled up the other sleeve to reveal another bracelet made of black and blue bruises shape in a handprint.
Roderich's delicate violet eyes widened and turned cloudy as a single tear dripped like a star down his perfect skin. It was so unusual for a boy to have. He embraced her deeply. His thin but masculine arms wrapped tightly around her back pressing her body against him. It was comforting for Elizabeta to fell a loving touch again. Even if his tight hold pressed on her bruises, cuts and burns she ignored it. This pain was lovely.
His soft lips, also unusual for a man, lightly brushed her neck as she whispered kindly. "Gilbert hurt you. It was him wasn't it?"
Elizabeta gulped and let out another shaking breath as she nodded and spoke with a cracking voice as she help back tears. "Yes, he also has been coming home late. Smelling of other women."
Roderich had let go of her as she spoke but before she could even finish her sentence he pulled her against him and stroked her hair in rested his chin on her head with his arms wrapped around him. He didn't say a word. There where no words to say. The childhood friends stayed silent.