HELLO. I am updating this, along with SW in two(?) days. Yes. I am back. I also have a laptop now, so things shall work out fantastically, I expect. yes...well, enjoy.
SUMMMARY: Ripred contemplates Luxa and her...well, I'll let you figure that out! This chapter takes place before chapter nine.
She weeps.
Every day now.
Lost.
Her motive is so.
Lost.
Her will is so.
Lost.
Her strength is so.
Lost.
Her child is so.
Weeping consumes her.
His child is lost.
Not so his motive.
Lost.
Not so his will.
Lost.
Not so his strength.
Lost.
He comforts.
Every day, he surrounds her.
The girl lost the child, the boy knows only.
Never has he experienced it.
Yet he tries to.
She was the one with whom the child relied.
The child is because of him.
Their love is deep for each other.
Their hope for a child has never been so frayed.
Miscarriage.
Neither could react.
Miscarriage.
Love seemed lost.
Miscarriage.
Like the child.
Miscarriage.
Joy also dismissed.
Miscarriage.
Fragile heart breaks.
Miscarriage.
She blames herself.
Miscarriage.
"Training caused it."
She lamented over
Miscarriage.
Gone, departed, torn.
Miscarriage.
Hope has fled.
Miscarriage.
The boy tries.
He floats in between reality.
Comforts his wife, as she loses herself.
Along with the child.
I help little.
Her duties are forgotten.
I take them on.
Her ideas I act upon.
She is grateful.
My motive is my fondness of the girl.
I knew her young.
I know her sufferings as an adult.
I wish it not so.
I miss the carefree spirit she was.
I have taken a chance.
I confided my own losses to her.
Shock is her friend.
I have become a resilient helper.
Just as that.
I am more of a bond to her then ever before.
P.S. Thanks everyone. Really. Happy New Year, and other holidays. Happy Chapter Ten!
~AssassinAuthor