First of all I want to thank my good friend Nänchen, who is also known as
'Viechle' here, who translated this story into English. Thank you very
much, it's great and I think that it took you some time to translate it.
Thanks for that too!
Letting go
Disclaimer: Nothing of this belongs to me. All of the characters are taken from the musical "Jekyll and Hyde"
# # #
It could not be. It should never have been! It was impossible she had seen this. Probably all this had been a dream, but she only had not noticed that she had been sleeping.
But no, she was not in her bed, she was not in a comfortable armchair, what would have fitted the theory of her having dreamt all this, she was standing under a big black umbrella on a cemetery in London. She was all alone, the few funeral guests were gone very quickly after the coffin had been let down into the open grave, even her father had left her with a look of sadness in his eyes several minutes ago, after he had touched her arm in a consoling way.
She looked at the black tombstone in front of her. Big raindrops fell off the hard stone, left back wet stripes and finally fell onto the totally wet grass. In the black stone an inscription was chiselled.
Henry Jekyll
19.1.1857 - 20.7.1889
Lisa sighed. They had only been married for few hours. Now she was a widow. This was something she had only hoped to become in many years, and also something, she had absolutely not liked thinking of. The high society in London would speak of this marriage for a long time. The press would write about it a lot and she, Lisa, would never become happy in her life again because of this incident.
The grass she was standing on had transformed itself into a strange marshland and she felt her shoes becoming more and more wet. The cold rain ran down from her umbrella into her lapel but she did not even notice it. She felt something eating her heart out, it was the knowledge of having lost a beloved person forever. And it was the humiliation of in fact not having really known this person because she had only learned about the existence of Edward Hyde at the day of her marriage.
In the first moment of shock she had only wanted this man ... this creature to let her go. What had driven Henry to lock himself up inside his laboratory and bring such a monster to life to borrow him his own body for his atrocities?
In the end John Utterson had taken the initiative and shot Hyde down, but how horrible had it been for Lisa, when she had realized that it was now Henry dying in front of her!
But it was choking her, seeing him lying there and dying while looking for comfort. In this moment she would have forgiven him everything, just to hold him here, in this world.
But now he was dead. He was lying in a coffin underneath the earth and she would never again feel his loving embrace and never again feel the look of his soft eyes on her.
A soft wind made the leaves of the huge trees on both sides of the path rustle. Lisa frowned. How long had she now been standing in front of his grave, lost in memories? She did not know. Hastily she wiped off a single tear that had found its way out of her eyes and took a last look on the grave.
"I will never forget you, Henry. I will return soon, I promise. And think of that: you are not at all to blame for all this. I love you."
With the wind taking away those whispered words, Lisa Jekyll turned away and slowly made her way towards the entrance of the cemetery. A moment later the gate had closed behind her and the cemetery lay silent as it had done before the funeral of doctor Henry Jekyll.
None except for his closest friends should ever learn what he had really died from.
THE END
Letting go
Disclaimer: Nothing of this belongs to me. All of the characters are taken from the musical "Jekyll and Hyde"
# # #
It could not be. It should never have been! It was impossible she had seen this. Probably all this had been a dream, but she only had not noticed that she had been sleeping.
But no, she was not in her bed, she was not in a comfortable armchair, what would have fitted the theory of her having dreamt all this, she was standing under a big black umbrella on a cemetery in London. She was all alone, the few funeral guests were gone very quickly after the coffin had been let down into the open grave, even her father had left her with a look of sadness in his eyes several minutes ago, after he had touched her arm in a consoling way.
She looked at the black tombstone in front of her. Big raindrops fell off the hard stone, left back wet stripes and finally fell onto the totally wet grass. In the black stone an inscription was chiselled.
Henry Jekyll
19.1.1857 - 20.7.1889
Lisa sighed. They had only been married for few hours. Now she was a widow. This was something she had only hoped to become in many years, and also something, she had absolutely not liked thinking of. The high society in London would speak of this marriage for a long time. The press would write about it a lot and she, Lisa, would never become happy in her life again because of this incident.
The grass she was standing on had transformed itself into a strange marshland and she felt her shoes becoming more and more wet. The cold rain ran down from her umbrella into her lapel but she did not even notice it. She felt something eating her heart out, it was the knowledge of having lost a beloved person forever. And it was the humiliation of in fact not having really known this person because she had only learned about the existence of Edward Hyde at the day of her marriage.
In the first moment of shock she had only wanted this man ... this creature to let her go. What had driven Henry to lock himself up inside his laboratory and bring such a monster to life to borrow him his own body for his atrocities?
In the end John Utterson had taken the initiative and shot Hyde down, but how horrible had it been for Lisa, when she had realized that it was now Henry dying in front of her!
But it was choking her, seeing him lying there and dying while looking for comfort. In this moment she would have forgiven him everything, just to hold him here, in this world.
But now he was dead. He was lying in a coffin underneath the earth and she would never again feel his loving embrace and never again feel the look of his soft eyes on her.
A soft wind made the leaves of the huge trees on both sides of the path rustle. Lisa frowned. How long had she now been standing in front of his grave, lost in memories? She did not know. Hastily she wiped off a single tear that had found its way out of her eyes and took a last look on the grave.
"I will never forget you, Henry. I will return soon, I promise. And think of that: you are not at all to blame for all this. I love you."
With the wind taking away those whispered words, Lisa Jekyll turned away and slowly made her way towards the entrance of the cemetery. A moment later the gate had closed behind her and the cemetery lay silent as it had done before the funeral of doctor Henry Jekyll.
None except for his closest friends should ever learn what he had really died from.
THE END