*Geeze! I'm surprised there isn't a section dedicated to this! Anyway, this
is just a short little story through Uncas' eyes about his thoughts on
Alice, before he dies of course= (. Please read and review!*
"I See Her"
I knew the moment I saw her that she was delicate...fragile. I was curious and interested, I did not know her but I wanted to. I do not know what it is I saw in her, but it was something. She was beautiful. Her hair, her eyes, her expressions...yet she said little. She never needed to say anything; she let her actions speak for themselves. I knew when she was frightened, pleased, worried, and confused. I wish to know her more...I want to know everything there is to know about her.
Her past, her wishes and dreams...but I can not simply tell her, she would not understand. I know I can not get as close to her as I would have liked, all I can do is protect her, watch over her. And I learned of her name, Alice.
I later learned of this feeling inside of me...I might call it excitement, joy, pleasure or even sorrow. I look upon her, I see her and I am grateful to be near her, for the chance to help her. I do not know what will become of us...of me. What will happen when she no longer needs us? I want her to need me, to have the same interest in me as I in her. I will have to go on someday, let her go and face what lies ahead, but I will never forget her...I will remember her face, her eyes, her actions. Her spirit will be renowned in my soul.
How can you love something you have not seen but for a short time? But I believe that I have fallen in love...with Alice...dearest Alice. I watch her from afar and I want to know everything about her...but does she feel the same way? I do not know, perhaps never will.
I look back and remember all of the journeys my father and brother have been through, and I almost laugh. I did not know that weeks, days ahead I would meet her. I have been warned about her kind...but when I see her, the warning never reaches my mind. How could something so innocent and fair be dangerous? No, she is not...she is different.
I do not know what will happen from here, I do not know if I will ever have a chance with her, I do not know what will happen next. But I will stay by her and help her. I will never forget her...never.
Because I love her.
"I See Her"
I knew the moment I saw her that she was delicate...fragile. I was curious and interested, I did not know her but I wanted to. I do not know what it is I saw in her, but it was something. She was beautiful. Her hair, her eyes, her expressions...yet she said little. She never needed to say anything; she let her actions speak for themselves. I knew when she was frightened, pleased, worried, and confused. I wish to know her more...I want to know everything there is to know about her.
Her past, her wishes and dreams...but I can not simply tell her, she would not understand. I know I can not get as close to her as I would have liked, all I can do is protect her, watch over her. And I learned of her name, Alice.
I later learned of this feeling inside of me...I might call it excitement, joy, pleasure or even sorrow. I look upon her, I see her and I am grateful to be near her, for the chance to help her. I do not know what will become of us...of me. What will happen when she no longer needs us? I want her to need me, to have the same interest in me as I in her. I will have to go on someday, let her go and face what lies ahead, but I will never forget her...I will remember her face, her eyes, her actions. Her spirit will be renowned in my soul.
How can you love something you have not seen but for a short time? But I believe that I have fallen in love...with Alice...dearest Alice. I watch her from afar and I want to know everything about her...but does she feel the same way? I do not know, perhaps never will.
I look back and remember all of the journeys my father and brother have been through, and I almost laugh. I did not know that weeks, days ahead I would meet her. I have been warned about her kind...but when I see her, the warning never reaches my mind. How could something so innocent and fair be dangerous? No, she is not...she is different.
I do not know what will happen from here, I do not know if I will ever have a chance with her, I do not know what will happen next. But I will stay by her and help her. I will never forget her...never.
Because I love her.