Moving On
By Sara Michele Kottinger

Disclaimer: I do not own Troy, or anything that has to do with it. It belongs to Warner Bros. and Homer.

A/N: This is my 2nd Troy fanfic, So please be kind and leave any constructive advice you can think of, flames are welcome but please not without a reason, or just plain reviews work great for me. I am really nervous about this so please tell what you think!

Summary: This is Andromache's thoughts that make her realize she has to move on, not only for her self but for her son. (after Hectors death) A/N: it started out as a poem but I got a little carried away and I'm not sure if it still is.

When no one is around,
In the painful quietness of the night,
I am left with my thoughts,
The thoughts I try to hide even from myself,
There is nothing I can think of that will distracted me from these thoughts,
So I know I must confront them,
But confronting them means moving on and moving on means forgetting,
And the last thing I ever want to do is forget my love,
The very thought of forgetting my love hurts more than knowing that he is gone,
So I am left with this dilemma,
To forget or to be tormented by my last thoughts of my husband,
It pains me even to think about it,
But I have no choice,
I don't want to forget him,
I want to remember everything about my love,
Even how he looked the last time I saw him,
How his face was pale but stained of blood,
The blood from his scars,
There were so many scars,
I could barely recognize him,
The only thing that did not change was his soft caring eyes,
Even though they were now lifeless I could still see his love for me,
But that was the only thing spared,
His body was beaten, but not from the fight,
But from the cruelty of his killer,
A man with no heart, a man incapable of loving,
This man has taken everything from me,
He has killed all my family,
My mother, father and all my brothers died by his hand,
And now he has taken what matters most to me,
My love,
My meaning of life,
I pray every night that he would kill me too and free me of my misery,
But this man has no remorse, he dose not care of what he has done or whom he has hurt,
He is a monster nothing more,
Oh how I wish I could kill him,
To make feel him feel my pain,
These thoughts are irrational I know,
And I know Hector would be disappointed in me,
He would not want me to live in this torment,
Or want me to be so bitter against others
Even the one who killed him,
He would want me to move on, and forgive the beast,
But I fear I cannot,
For I never will,
I cannot forgive him,
But I will move on with my life,
For my love and for my child alone,
I will immerse myself with nothing but good memories of my husband,
I will relive only our happy times,
Never our sad,
And when our child is old enough he too will know these memories like they are his own,
For Hector will live on in both are hearts forever,
And I know that even though he is gone he is with me always,
Watching me,
Making sure I am all right,
And when I'm not,
I know he is there because I feel this strong arms comforting me when I cry myself to sleep at night,
But from now on those cries will not be filled with sorrow,
But from the happiness he has blessed me with,
For a love like ours can never be forgotten!