Go on Living
Chapter 1
A/N: Ah, Mileux. One can't help but feel bad for her. (Well, not so much as compared to Cheville.who's life really screwed her over) I know I feel terrible for her. Plus, she's my favorite character in WA3, so it's time she got a little bit of the limelight.
So, without further ado..
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With a meticulous grace, one developed over years, she wiped down the table with an old rag. The wood had long ago lost its luster, but still, she cleaned and polished it. It shined, though it was still rough. Unsatisfied, she nevertheless moved on to the next table. It was filthy, covered in booze and crumbs, sauce and salad dressing, an aftereffect of running the inn as both tavern and restaurant. She pulled the trash can over to the table and brushed the excess filth into it. As the remnants of food and drink clattered and splashed against the bottom of the metal can, she stared into, no, through the table as she scrubbed in a circular motion.
It was a good while before she realized that she had actually started to wear down the wood of the table. She stopped and gazed at the discolored wood, lost in thought, as well as wondering why she had lost focus in the first place.
Just pushing away the waste, that's all. Removing the refuse.
"Momma.it's late. You should get some rest."
My daughter.is all that I have left. Everything else has been lost in the refuse.
"Yes, sweetie, I know I should.But I need to have the saloon ready for tomorrow morning."
Just as it always is.always was. That was something he always stressed.
The young girl observed her mother's face, watching the sadness and the longing that struggled to burst forth from under the mask of complacency that she wore. "But.Momma.you haven't fully recovered yet.. Please go to bed. I'll take care of things down here for you."
The woman shook her head. "No.you've already done so much for me. Don't worry, I'll be fine."
I have to be fine.so that she never has to go through what I did. She's too young to remember him..
The girl really did not want to give in, but she knew that she had to. She couldn't argue with her mother when she got like this. "Alright. But please..don't overwork yourself, momma.." She watched her mother's face once more, and then headed upstairs to bed.
Martina.you're so kind.just like your father.
Turning back to the tables, she sighed, and resumed her work. As she always had.
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A/N: So sad..Sigh Well, now that we have this started, it's time to look towards the future! And other such things!
Trina: What? You're not making much sense..
A/N: Thanks! Anyway, there's a few more chapters to come for this little ditty, so stay tuned and keep the Kleenex handy!