Rogue dragged her eyelids slowly upwards revealing the shadowy darkness of
her room. She blinked tiredly and yawned loudly, becoming more ungraceful
with every action.
She rubbed her eyes, gave another yawn and attempted to sit up in her slightly old but comfortable bed. Wait, she couldn't. She looked downward curiously until realising that she was crouched under the window, her face still damp from last night's tears.
She frantically wiped her face; her tears were unclean and shaming to her and she hated them with all her heart. She was drowning in them, in her own tears, her own misery. She sighed, Rogue always felt like something used, like something worn down and discarded almost. A new tear found its way to Rogues cheek.
She wiped her tears harshly, almost hitting them away. She made a promise to herself, "Stop thinking like that Marie, stop for good!" She sighed. "I have to stop crying for other folk, I have to stop crying for".she fell silent as the night, until whispering. "For him"
She finally forced her aching body upwards, inch by inch grasping anything from above that allowed her to pull. Her body shook. " What a position to sleep in" she said bitterly, hearing the pain in her own voice as she managed to prop herself upwards into a standing position.
Her body ached and her muscles burned, her bones felt like they could crumble under the weight of her own skin. She tried her hand at a few stretches until feeling totally drained and from her point of view, very unpleasant to look at.
Glancing out of her bedroom window she saw that the morning was cold and damp with little or no sunshine. The sky was a wasteland of grey and putrid brown, which made the day look ill, curdled. Eerie fog crept up the path leading to the mansion like great slugs, decaying all with their unpleasant trails. Which made rogue feel better about herself, but brought on new question.
Had Rogue slept, cradled in tears for so long that the weather turned to a bitter autumn, or had her sorrowful emotions mutated and caused the surroundings to feel as sick and tired as she was. No, she sighed. No it was still early yet with plenty of time for the sun to rise and send its light into her eyes, like hot knifes through a wall of ice, Rogue liked to think.
A shadow of memory suddenly slithered into Rogues mind like a serpent, hissing and spitting, reminding her of last night's events. Pain, sorrow, regret and the sound of her heart crumbling into ash as she cried, haunted the pits of her mind.
But wait, something else came into focus. She gasped, had she truly said those 3 words that her heart had forbidden for so long. Or was it a dream, a hurtful prank that her wretched mind had played on her. She felt another acid tear but stopped it, for it was true wasn't it. She had awoken such a fiery scream of passion that not even her mind could conceal the pure taste of it. She was free.
She breathed deeply, she was free at last, "I love you Remy Lebeau", She sighed joyously, "I love you".
Suddenly as if by chance, she felt a gentle kiss of warm air on her face, the sun had awoken and greeted her with its light. She glanced out of the window, "a day as beautiful, beautiful as yesterdays", she said as if singing. She suddenly remembered all that she felt for him, her heart, and her love. She forgot all that was painful to her, all which stroked tears from her eyes. There was an energy from deep inside her, piecing the broken glass of her heart back together again with gentle hands and warm soul. She clutched her beating heart and drowned in pleasure as she imagined being with him, laying beside him, touching him for a lifetime and a day. Today was the day, today she was free and he was going to know. everything.
Im a beginner so please R+R, thank you.
She rubbed her eyes, gave another yawn and attempted to sit up in her slightly old but comfortable bed. Wait, she couldn't. She looked downward curiously until realising that she was crouched under the window, her face still damp from last night's tears.
She frantically wiped her face; her tears were unclean and shaming to her and she hated them with all her heart. She was drowning in them, in her own tears, her own misery. She sighed, Rogue always felt like something used, like something worn down and discarded almost. A new tear found its way to Rogues cheek.
She wiped her tears harshly, almost hitting them away. She made a promise to herself, "Stop thinking like that Marie, stop for good!" She sighed. "I have to stop crying for other folk, I have to stop crying for".she fell silent as the night, until whispering. "For him"
She finally forced her aching body upwards, inch by inch grasping anything from above that allowed her to pull. Her body shook. " What a position to sleep in" she said bitterly, hearing the pain in her own voice as she managed to prop herself upwards into a standing position.
Her body ached and her muscles burned, her bones felt like they could crumble under the weight of her own skin. She tried her hand at a few stretches until feeling totally drained and from her point of view, very unpleasant to look at.
Glancing out of her bedroom window she saw that the morning was cold and damp with little or no sunshine. The sky was a wasteland of grey and putrid brown, which made the day look ill, curdled. Eerie fog crept up the path leading to the mansion like great slugs, decaying all with their unpleasant trails. Which made rogue feel better about herself, but brought on new question.
Had Rogue slept, cradled in tears for so long that the weather turned to a bitter autumn, or had her sorrowful emotions mutated and caused the surroundings to feel as sick and tired as she was. No, she sighed. No it was still early yet with plenty of time for the sun to rise and send its light into her eyes, like hot knifes through a wall of ice, Rogue liked to think.
A shadow of memory suddenly slithered into Rogues mind like a serpent, hissing and spitting, reminding her of last night's events. Pain, sorrow, regret and the sound of her heart crumbling into ash as she cried, haunted the pits of her mind.
But wait, something else came into focus. She gasped, had she truly said those 3 words that her heart had forbidden for so long. Or was it a dream, a hurtful prank that her wretched mind had played on her. She felt another acid tear but stopped it, for it was true wasn't it. She had awoken such a fiery scream of passion that not even her mind could conceal the pure taste of it. She was free.
She breathed deeply, she was free at last, "I love you Remy Lebeau", She sighed joyously, "I love you".
Suddenly as if by chance, she felt a gentle kiss of warm air on her face, the sun had awoken and greeted her with its light. She glanced out of the window, "a day as beautiful, beautiful as yesterdays", she said as if singing. She suddenly remembered all that she felt for him, her heart, and her love. She forgot all that was painful to her, all which stroked tears from her eyes. There was an energy from deep inside her, piecing the broken glass of her heart back together again with gentle hands and warm soul. She clutched her beating heart and drowned in pleasure as she imagined being with him, laying beside him, touching him for a lifetime and a day. Today was the day, today she was free and he was going to know. everything.
Im a beginner so please R+R, thank you.