KDC: I totally agree, but sometimes people realize it too late.
Amy: Were you on vacation? Anyway, how could Marguerite not take care of him?
ChosenOne: AHH!! What if I am losing my touch? Where would I go? What would I do? AHH!!
Keys: Don't fall off! I don't want to be sued. Lol.
Panda: I figured many would think along the lines of 'car accident'. I'm glad I was able to toss in the little twist.
JG: Thanks for the words of wisdom, big sis. Lol.
Windsor: I got to do what I've got to do. Sorry.
Taya: Congrats on getting your license. And, yeah, I can see why you feel Marguerite deserved it.
Barbie: I love torture? What makes you say that? laughs insanely
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~ * ~ EVERYONE ~ * ~: I have lost all inspiration for this story. So, next up will be the insertion of the prologues and then the epilogue. Thanks for reading!
Chapter Five
Marguerite's POV
The first few days had been brutal on both John's struggle to live and my wounded heart. I watched from my ever-present perch at the corner of his bed, smoothing my cool hand over his clammy face. He had lost a lot of blood, his life oozing out of him slowly and wretchedly. His arm had been sliced open by the raptor's damning claws. Yet, even worse, the wicked beast had pierced my beloved's leg with its razor teeth.
Now, though, he is moving about…agonizingly slow with a distinct wobble to his once graceful walk. Yet, what hurts more than anything: he no longer smiles. The Lord of Merriment and Laughter has disappeared from this tree house of doom. A thick coat of silent tension lurks around every corner, waiting to swallow us up into the pits of damnation.
I keep a cautious eye on him as he moves – unbalanced – around the room. I wonder what he is searching for. His strength? His hope? His determination to live?
He barely glances my way and I choke on the hurricane of emotions. His eyes are so empty. Void of everything that had made him who he is. Does he blame me? Does he hate me?
I blame me.
I hate me.
But I love him.
I love him too much to allow him self to be engulfed in this wave of bitterness. I will spare him future pain by eradicating myself from his life. I know I will hurt him again. I don't want to, but it will happen whether through my hands directly or through my unfinished business with the dark powers of London and Shanghai. So, when he is healed enough, we will escape from this paradise prison and enter our pasts in the outside world.
And then I will leave him.
End Chapter Five