Whoo! I'm back! Did ya miss me? No? Ah well, cant blame you. Anyway I must
say that I really really really don't like finals. They are evil! But, they
are over and done with so I now have time to continue the story. (Ya!)
Please review and tell me what you think! Thanks!
It had been a little bit more then two weeks since Gordo's departure and Elizabeth had received no word from him still. But she wouldn't get worried. She had promised herself and Gordo that she wouldn't work herself into a panic over the war; that she would try her hardest to think positive.
'They probably haven't collected the mail yet, that's all, they probably only collect it twice a month. I mean, if I was at war, I wouldn't want to dawdle over something as minuscule as mail duty. Right?' Elizabeth thought to herself while pacing the length of the kitchen. "Oh this is crazy!" she muttered under her breath, ringing her hands together as she continued her saunter, "I need to get my mind off of this. I need to do something productive. I need to get some actual work done. I need to stop talking to myself!" she ended with a light, airy laugh.
'I haven't heard from my mother for a long time, I should write her, tell her what's going on.' Ok, so the letter wouldn't get her mind off of her situation, but at least she was doing something. And she could use the fact that she was sending out a letter as an excuse to check if she had received any word from Gordo. 'A letter to mother it is then!' she cheerfully thought.
Her father had died very shortly after Elizabeth's marriage and her mother had been living on her own since then. If anyone knew about the pain of separation, it would be her mother. She would tell Elizabeth what to do. Gordo had repeatedly offered to allow Mrs. McGuire to live with them, but she had politely refused every time. She would say that she didn't want to get in the way. Elizabeth now wished that her mom had taken them up on their offer. If she had, Elizabeth would have someone around to talk to and wouldn't be alone. But her mother wasn't here, no use thinking about things that would only make her feel worse. Writing to her mother did sound like a good idea though.
With this thought in mind, she got out a piece of paper, a pen and a jar of ink and began to scribble her thoughts and worries down on the clean, white paper that was now filling up with her pretty, flowing print. Finishing in record time, Elizabeth set her pen down with a relieved sigh, getting her feelings out had really released a huge weight from her shoulders. She blew on the paper, waiting for the ink to properly dry, while rereading her handiwork.
'Dear Mother,
How have you been doing? I haven't heard from you for ages. I hope that you are all right and free of worries.
I'm afraid that I can't say the same for myself. I should of known that life was too good to be true. You see, David has been sent to the battlegrounds and I haven't heard from him since. Granted he left only about two weeks ago, but it truly seems like so much longer. Every day without word is killing me. I want to stay positive, I really do, it is just so easy to think less then happy thoughts. I just wish I had conformation that he is all right.
Things are so quiet around here. It is really odd. I am so used to hearing David's voice, or at least the noises of the animals. But both of those things have been taken away from me. Only four days after David left, officials came around town and collected every single animal that would serve purpose up north. They took every last one and kept telling us that 'we need to be willing to make sacrifices for our country'. The nerve of those people! I couldn't believe it! We were torn away from our loved ones with such little preparation time and they think that they have the right to talk to us about sacrifice?!? I hope that nothing like that happened by you. Did it? Has anyone been summoned or are you too far south to be affected this early?
How do you do it? How can you live without Dad around anymore? David has been gone for only a few short weeks and I already think that I'm going to go crazy. What did you do? What can I do? Please help me!
I hope you are safe and wish to hear back from you soon!
Love, Elizabeth'
Sighing, Elizabeth put the letter down and began filling out the envelope. It made her feel a lot better letting her emotions out to her mother. Maybe she should do the same for Gordo. Would she be able to get through the letter without making him feel guilty for something that he had no control over? That indeed was the question. "Might as well try." She murmured to herself, "I don't have to send it, so.. why not?" She stretched her thin fingers of her writing hand before grabbing another piece of paper and once again began writing down a flurry of words.
'Gordo,
It's been two weeks
Three days long
I'm all alone since you've been gone
I can't keep myself from asking why
Just wanna see my reflection
In your eyes
Just know that I'm with you
And what you feel
I feel it too
I'm feeling lately
I'm going crazy
Wondering how I'll go on without you
I keep on trying
Slowly dying
Thinking about how I need you here with me
I miss you. I love you, Elizabeth'
Once again putting her pen down, she quickly wiped a stray tear that had escaped and placed the paper into an envelope.
After putting everything back into its proper place, Elizabeth got out her sweater and began to travel down the comfortably familiar path. It was good to know that amongst the chaos, there were still a few things that she could count on to stay constant.
Yippie!!! I have an update!!! What do you think?????? Oh, and in case if it wasn't obvious, I didn't write the words in Gordo's letter, it is the lyrics to a song by Justincase called "Without You". It is an AMAZING SONG and I thought that it fit perfectly here. Please review and tell me what you think! Ill try to get my next update posted faster then this one. Thanks!!!!
It had been a little bit more then two weeks since Gordo's departure and Elizabeth had received no word from him still. But she wouldn't get worried. She had promised herself and Gordo that she wouldn't work herself into a panic over the war; that she would try her hardest to think positive.
'They probably haven't collected the mail yet, that's all, they probably only collect it twice a month. I mean, if I was at war, I wouldn't want to dawdle over something as minuscule as mail duty. Right?' Elizabeth thought to herself while pacing the length of the kitchen. "Oh this is crazy!" she muttered under her breath, ringing her hands together as she continued her saunter, "I need to get my mind off of this. I need to do something productive. I need to get some actual work done. I need to stop talking to myself!" she ended with a light, airy laugh.
'I haven't heard from my mother for a long time, I should write her, tell her what's going on.' Ok, so the letter wouldn't get her mind off of her situation, but at least she was doing something. And she could use the fact that she was sending out a letter as an excuse to check if she had received any word from Gordo. 'A letter to mother it is then!' she cheerfully thought.
Her father had died very shortly after Elizabeth's marriage and her mother had been living on her own since then. If anyone knew about the pain of separation, it would be her mother. She would tell Elizabeth what to do. Gordo had repeatedly offered to allow Mrs. McGuire to live with them, but she had politely refused every time. She would say that she didn't want to get in the way. Elizabeth now wished that her mom had taken them up on their offer. If she had, Elizabeth would have someone around to talk to and wouldn't be alone. But her mother wasn't here, no use thinking about things that would only make her feel worse. Writing to her mother did sound like a good idea though.
With this thought in mind, she got out a piece of paper, a pen and a jar of ink and began to scribble her thoughts and worries down on the clean, white paper that was now filling up with her pretty, flowing print. Finishing in record time, Elizabeth set her pen down with a relieved sigh, getting her feelings out had really released a huge weight from her shoulders. She blew on the paper, waiting for the ink to properly dry, while rereading her handiwork.
'Dear Mother,
How have you been doing? I haven't heard from you for ages. I hope that you are all right and free of worries.
I'm afraid that I can't say the same for myself. I should of known that life was too good to be true. You see, David has been sent to the battlegrounds and I haven't heard from him since. Granted he left only about two weeks ago, but it truly seems like so much longer. Every day without word is killing me. I want to stay positive, I really do, it is just so easy to think less then happy thoughts. I just wish I had conformation that he is all right.
Things are so quiet around here. It is really odd. I am so used to hearing David's voice, or at least the noises of the animals. But both of those things have been taken away from me. Only four days after David left, officials came around town and collected every single animal that would serve purpose up north. They took every last one and kept telling us that 'we need to be willing to make sacrifices for our country'. The nerve of those people! I couldn't believe it! We were torn away from our loved ones with such little preparation time and they think that they have the right to talk to us about sacrifice?!? I hope that nothing like that happened by you. Did it? Has anyone been summoned or are you too far south to be affected this early?
How do you do it? How can you live without Dad around anymore? David has been gone for only a few short weeks and I already think that I'm going to go crazy. What did you do? What can I do? Please help me!
I hope you are safe and wish to hear back from you soon!
Love, Elizabeth'
Sighing, Elizabeth put the letter down and began filling out the envelope. It made her feel a lot better letting her emotions out to her mother. Maybe she should do the same for Gordo. Would she be able to get through the letter without making him feel guilty for something that he had no control over? That indeed was the question. "Might as well try." She murmured to herself, "I don't have to send it, so.. why not?" She stretched her thin fingers of her writing hand before grabbing another piece of paper and once again began writing down a flurry of words.
'Gordo,
It's been two weeks
Three days long
I'm all alone since you've been gone
I can't keep myself from asking why
Just wanna see my reflection
In your eyes
Just know that I'm with you
And what you feel
I feel it too
I'm feeling lately
I'm going crazy
Wondering how I'll go on without you
I keep on trying
Slowly dying
Thinking about how I need you here with me
I miss you. I love you, Elizabeth'
Once again putting her pen down, she quickly wiped a stray tear that had escaped and placed the paper into an envelope.
After putting everything back into its proper place, Elizabeth got out her sweater and began to travel down the comfortably familiar path. It was good to know that amongst the chaos, there were still a few things that she could count on to stay constant.
Yippie!!! I have an update!!! What do you think?????? Oh, and in case if it wasn't obvious, I didn't write the words in Gordo's letter, it is the lyrics to a song by Justincase called "Without You". It is an AMAZING SONG and I thought that it fit perfectly here. Please review and tell me what you think! Ill try to get my next update posted faster then this one. Thanks!!!!