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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
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(This is a continuation of my story where Frank saves Susan from a brutal storm and they are now clinging to each other ) Susan had lost all sense of time and reason but yet she was more lucid than ever. Brushing one finger across Frank's eye, she noticed a scar. "I see you have a scar I hadn't noticed, no, you don't have to tell me about it. I only see the ones behind your eyes, the ones that drift along with your tears." "Susan, how do you see so much, and why are you looking?" "I'm not looking, I'm seeing my reflection," she answered softly. "I see through a dark mirror at times, other times I see crystal images of pain and happiness." "Damnit, I never used to feel these things, push them back where they belong and leave them there." "Are you angry with me?" "No, no, that that, not at all." Frank was suddenly reassuring. Susan closed her eyes and kissed him again this time withholding nothing. The stillness of the storm outwardly gave a sense of calm yet before the next quelch of rain, would be a flood of emotion unlike any measured on the barometer. "You are becoming very bold." Frank managed to breathe a sentence noticing he was beyond staying focused. Her arms held him close and she could no longer discern between her warmth and his. The room was almost glowing with a radiance of peace, as if they had been blessed with serenity for a time, this time. "Yes, I'm a romantic, I know, I know, it has become my downfall. All of my life I wanted someone to save me and here you are!" "Susan, no, don't make me out a hero, please, I only came because you needed me." "Is that all?" "Part of it" Each one knew they could not truly save the other from destiny, past sorrow, pain and memories that haunted as a shadow casts so freely across a portrait drawn of their lives. Perhaps they could reach into a well and draw upon the healing needed and provide a level of comfort. "Why do you speak of your past, Susan?" Resting her head in a position that was undeniably becoming her favorite spot, near his heart, she sighed. "Because I never spoke of it, I never released it, holding it inside where it only grew and became more painful. All I could do was try to forgive, when I really wanted to strike back, God, how I wanted to hate those who hurt me, and yet, I simply retreated into a world of make believe, and you must think I'm terribly naive." "No, I don't think that, Susan, I don't." "Why do you speak of your past, Frank?" "Same reason, I guess I've seen too much, not felt enough, felt too much, lost too much, seen death and not tasted enough of life." Frank was holding her tighter. "Are you afraid of loving someone for fear of losing them?" "Yes, but I have loved, but not in the way you're speaking of, but I have. I've loved and seen it extinguished in the blink of an eye and it haunts me, stays with me, I can't release it, can't forget though I try it always comes back." Searching for the right words, Susan could only offer "To never love, is to never live, and oh, how trite that sounds, I wish I could stop my romantic, foolish notions." "No, then you would not be you, please don't change the way you are, let your emotions be free, I envy that, I wish I could." "My emotions are going to explode in a second and I'm afraid I won't be able to stop from expressing myself." "You don't have to do anything you don't want to." They were lying so close together iw was impossible not to feel the intensity building between them. The softeness of her hands on his face, only brought a quickening to his spirit. They knew they would make love, and neither could stop it, neither wanted to. It was welcoming in a world of hate and destruction. It was simply a receiving of beauty mixed with ecstasy that flooded them as they moved with each other and breathed a sigh of relief with the second's demanding release. "Please don't leave me" Susan pleaded. Frank offered "It is so much easier to kill love than to nurture it, Susan, I won't leave." < !signature--> Kathleen "How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace." Elizabeth Barrett Browning [This message has been edited by Irish Rose (edited 06-07-2000).] |
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-02
Posts 8296Purgatorial Incarceration |
The last statement...so true. "Susan, no, don't make me out a hero, please, I only came because you needed me." This part really stuck out to me. How relevant it is, is obvious. I have experienced and seen so many people placed on a pedestal. Such a dangerous thing it is... the fall is inevitable, and if the pedestal is high enough... a fall one won't survive. Doing well Kathleen.  |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
man, now those are words of wisdom, yes, if the pedastal is too high the fall would be devastating. That reply really made me think. Chris, I believe I am becoming more in touch with prose, and as much as I love poetry, there's something about weaving a story together, but it's always a constant struggle for perfection isn't it? thank you for the input!! Kathleen "How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace." Elizabeth Barrett Browning |
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