Author's Note: Boo. She's back. Before I could ever finish my Speed story, I had to get this out. I was watching Inside Man yesterday, and then Dil Se which inspired me to write this.
Disclaimer: I don't own it.
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He whose head is in the shadow of
love will have heaven beneath his feet. Whose head is in the
shadow of love...Walk in the shadow.
Walk in heaven, walk in the shadow.-
Chaiyya Chaiyya, Dil Se
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She didn't know how many weeks it took
for her mother to show. A few months, she suppose.
Her momma's belly started to pert rude
only a bit, but it was enough to tell she was going to have a baby.
Her memories of her like that are dim and fuzzy. She does distinctly remember waking up to gurgling sounds every morning.
She'd tried to go back to sleep by twisting her body around awkwardly. After awhile she would give up.
She remembers blood-shot eyes. Momma
looked so tired...Till this day she could envision the darkness
forming around those eyes.
She remembers that urge she had. To
pull her head gently into her lap and keep it there until Momma no
longer had those dark circles.
Then there's the death, or the unbirth.
Did her baby brother or sister disliked it so much in there that they had to kill themselves?
To die before you were even born...
She never got see her unborn sibling, but she pictured it would look like him.
Looking at him, she feels the dryness of her skin. Like sand paper grating against coral.
Feels the heat radiating off of her. Like a giant red star in space.
She can no longer can keep this contained, and some poor random object is set ablaze.
Baron Battle.
He's so pale, he is translucent. She
can see the spill of veins and arteries in his arm.
He hunches over his desk.
Moments like this, watching him, the little fetus floats up in her head.
And then she has the strangest thought yet.
I love him.
Before she can tell him, she bends over her own desk, picks up her pen, and rapidly take notes.