garbled sounds of
televisions in other occupied rooms. Whatever was going on only affected my
room. Linda wasn't at the front desk and I was more than thrilled that I didn't
have to explain my growing insanity. I just needed to escape. I walked towards
the water, the waves beckoning me out with them. The noises of the night seemed
to be unaffected by whatever it was that had happened. I threw my head back in
invitation, silently willing the dark serenity to consume me. As I reached the
shore the water reflected a thousand night lights, giving life to the emotions
that had resumed their battle inside of me. I perched myself on a large rock,
letting its strength and solidity anchor me down. The water's salty tears
splattered against my skin, giving life to the tears that flowed from me. I
cried with her, sharing my tears, letting them ride the waves together. I drank
and raged with the night. Wind whipped around me, cocooning me in its embrace;
protecting me from my growing madness. I could almost hear the soft bay of the
wolves along the waves which drove a burst of laughter through my tears. I
sounded hollow and unlike myself. I chucked the bottle which only had a few
swallows left into the cold expanse, listening to the glass shatter through the
ocean song.
I felt completely
lost, consumed in the night. I couldn't find the thoughts that would give me an
answer to what was happening to me. I watched as the ocean’s anger took its
course all around me. Something about this night had her up in arms as well. At
this moment I was in the company of a kindred soul. I sat still, letting her
fight out her anger. I let the ocean have its turn to cry. Finally the waves
began to glide and sway, ceasing its angry dance. The winds brushed against my
cool skin, wiping away the remainder of my tears. We were both exhausted and
spent; our emotional turmoil sated. Weariness left my body and mind heavy as I
worked to make it back to the Inn before it gave out completely. The front desk
remained empty and unwelcoming as I passed. I couldn't fight the exhaustion–not
even to strip away my grief soaked clothes, letting sleep take over.
CHAPTER SIX
The cottage sat
amidst pine trees older than time. Water smacked angrily against rocky shore,
mimicking the emotions warring inside of me. The fire emanating from the stone
fireplace worked to hold back the chill, but some types of cold couldn't be
reached. I braided my hair over and over as I waited for him. I knew he would
arrive soon, so I wore my finest dress. The white and lilac skirts sat in waves
all around me, covering the old and frayed cot. Wolves sang their sad, mournful
song off in the distance. A single tear traced down my cheek, tasting of salt
and anticipation. My fear and longing danced within. I understood their pain.
The wolves' song grew more violent just before the cottage door burst open. I
sat frozen with fear; I knew that the smallest of movement would unleash the
violence that emanated from Jonathon.
His hardened gaze
swept the room searching. For what, I didn't dare to ask. His movement was
stiff and unwilling as he made his way towards me. I failed to stop the visible
shudder that wracked my body . The pent up need was far too powerful
to keep hidden. His tight britches and normally pristine ruffled shirt now
showed signs of a fight. I had a momentary flash of concern that skipped away
far too quickly to grasp on to. I caught a glimpse of the clip that held his
hair back. The smooth silver flickered with the flames.
I craned my head
as he came to a stop, towering over me; sadness peaked around his dagger filled
stare. There was a momentary pause as we assessed each other as a whole just
before he swept me up off the cot, crushing his lips to mine. He lapped at the
blood that trickled down my lip from the impact with the same eager, desperate
force. His teeth grazed painfully across my swollen lips. His normally gentle
side had been stolen away. The sound
televisions in other occupied rooms. Whatever was going on only affected my
room. Linda wasn't at the front desk and I was more than thrilled that I didn't
have to explain my growing insanity. I just needed to escape. I walked towards
the water, the waves beckoning me out with them. The noises of the night seemed
to be unaffected by whatever it was that had happened. I threw my head back in
invitation, silently willing the dark serenity to consume me. As I reached the
shore the water reflected a thousand night lights, giving life to the emotions
that had resumed their battle inside of me. I perched myself on a large rock,
letting its strength and solidity anchor me down. The water's salty tears
splattered against my skin, giving life to the tears that flowed from me. I
cried with her, sharing my tears, letting them ride the waves together. I drank
and raged with the night. Wind whipped around me, cocooning me in its embrace;
protecting me from my growing madness. I could almost hear the soft bay of the
wolves along the waves which drove a burst of laughter through my tears. I
sounded hollow and unlike myself. I chucked the bottle which only had a few
swallows left into the cold expanse, listening to the glass shatter through the
ocean song.
I felt completely
lost, consumed in the night. I couldn't find the thoughts that would give me an
answer to what was happening to me. I watched as the ocean’s anger took its
course all around me. Something about this night had her up in arms as well. At
this moment I was in the company of a kindred soul. I sat still, letting her
fight out her anger. I let the ocean have its turn to cry. Finally the waves
began to glide and sway, ceasing its angry dance. The winds brushed against my
cool skin, wiping away the remainder of my tears. We were both exhausted and
spent; our emotional turmoil sated. Weariness left my body and mind heavy as I
worked to make it back to the Inn before it gave out completely. The front desk
remained empty and unwelcoming as I passed. I couldn't fight the exhaustion–not
even to strip away my grief soaked clothes, letting sleep take over.
CHAPTER SIX
The cottage sat
amidst pine trees older than time. Water smacked angrily against rocky shore,
mimicking the emotions warring inside of me. The fire emanating from the stone
fireplace worked to hold back the chill, but some types of cold couldn't be
reached. I braided my hair over and over as I waited for him. I knew he would
arrive soon, so I wore my finest dress. The white and lilac skirts sat in waves
all around me, covering the old and frayed cot. Wolves sang their sad, mournful
song off in the distance. A single tear traced down my cheek, tasting of salt
and anticipation. My fear and longing danced within. I understood their pain.
The wolves' song grew more violent just before the cottage door burst open. I
sat frozen with fear; I knew that the smallest of movement would unleash the
violence that emanated from Jonathon.
His hardened gaze
swept the room searching. For what, I didn't dare to ask. His movement was
stiff and unwilling as he made his way towards me. I failed to stop the visible
shudder that wracked my body . The pent up need was far too powerful
to keep hidden. His tight britches and normally pristine ruffled shirt now
showed signs of a fight. I had a momentary flash of concern that skipped away
far too quickly to grasp on to. I caught a glimpse of the clip that held his
hair back. The smooth silver flickered with the flames.
I craned my head
as he came to a stop, towering over me; sadness peaked around his dagger filled
stare. There was a momentary pause as we assessed each other as a whole just
before he swept me up off the cot, crushing his lips to mine. He lapped at the
blood that trickled down my lip from the impact with the same eager, desperate
force. His teeth grazed painfully across my swollen lips. His normally gentle
side had been stolen away. The sound
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