I stood there, watching them. Them. Will and Elizabeth. They stared at each other, stars in their eyes. Eyes blind to me. I bit my lip as Will leaned forward and hesitantly touched the back of her neck. Her- no...my sister. My vision began to blur as they kissed, melting into each other's arms.
"Will," I breathed, much like my sister often had. I felt like my heart had stopped beating, that it had been wrenched from my very body. I turned away, bitter tears now coursing down my cheeks. I could not bear the sight of him- them- anymore. I slipped quietly away, and stole down to the carriage that waited for me. I could not block him from my mind, however. He was, then, not to be mine. I should have seen it- the way he looked at Elizabeth, passion mixed with tenderness smoldering in his eyes. I had been blind to the truth. He loved me not.
A warm breeze began to blow, stroking my face, making the palms sway lazily in the dying light. I turned away from it.
I cried all the way back to the governor's mansion.
This is my story. The story of Mary Swann. It is not an altogether happy tale, yet it is one that must be told.
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"Will," I breathed, much like my sister often had. I felt like my heart had stopped beating, that it had been wrenched from my very body. I turned away, bitter tears now coursing down my cheeks. I could not bear the sight of him- them- anymore. I slipped quietly away, and stole down to the carriage that waited for me. I could not block him from my mind, however. He was, then, not to be mine. I should have seen it- the way he looked at Elizabeth, passion mixed with tenderness smoldering in his eyes. I had been blind to the truth. He loved me not.
A warm breeze began to blow, stroking my face, making the palms sway lazily in the dying light. I turned away from it.
I cried all the way back to the governor's mansion.
This is my story. The story of Mary Swann. It is not an altogether happy tale, yet it is one that must be told.
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hey, thanks to my reviewers...y'all make me happy... extra brownie points to ya! :) Hope you guys like the update, and tell me if ya think it's a story worth continuing...