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In the moment of death II
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Her aunt’s room used to be upstairs – the room which Rhys now used – but because of Adrian’s illness she had to move downstairs. It was easier to take care of him and attend to his needs with their rooms being so close. She laid her aunt on the bed then felt for the woman’s temperature. It had risen considerably high and Sophie sensed a fever setting in. Perhaps the news really affected her aunt so much. Rhys came in shortly after, announcing that he had succeeded in sending everyone away. Sophie nodded gratefully. “Water and cloth.” Sophie signed and Rhys nodded. He went back out and returned almost immediately with a bowl and cloth which he set on the bedside table. Thanking him with a shirt nod of her head, Sophie took the cloth and soaked it in the water then laid it gently on her aunt’s forehead. “You see?” Rhys said with an amused expression on his face. “You do care for her.” Sophie scoffed. “She’s family.” She signed. Rhys nodded and took a seat at the far end of
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Eliana woke with a start and immediately held her aching head as if that would do anything to subside the headache. Slowly, she got off the bed, wondering how she had gotten there in the first place. The last thing she remembered was the doctor. She rushed to the door—she had guests also—and quickly leaned on it for support. The dream came back like a distant memory. She saw bits and pieces of it, but one thing she remembered well was her sister. She gritted her teeth. Slowly, she pushed herself away from the wall when Rhys suddenly appeared. He held her, and his expression was tinged with concern. She remembered him now, telling her visitors to leave. She frowned. “You do not look okay.” He commented and led her into the room, which she just came from. She slapped his hand away. “Where is Sophie?” she queried, looking around. “With Adrian” She did not let him finish. She sidestepped him and rushed into her husband’s room. Sophie jumped to her feet as the door flew open, re
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It is close to evening now, so I must go back to the house. Auntie must have noticed by now that I am gone, and she would be livid. And uncle… He’s yet to return to the house. I can hear footsteps approaching, and it is quite close. Instinct tells me to run and hide. ... I am well hidden behind the wild flowers. I think. From the road, it would be hard to notice me. The sounds of the footsteps are getting closer and closer, and I hear something else. … There’s a man who has just passed without noticing me. It looks like it is my uncle, and he is carrying something. A body. I think he has found Alice. I must go home immediately. *** Sophie was asleep on the floor. She had slept off while consoling herself and her aunt. Sophie’s aunt stood on the ground where she had sat, wincing as her bones cracked. Her eyes strayed to Adrian’s form on the bed, and she scowled at him. She saw his struggles, his lips moving, and his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he tried to form words.
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Rhys stared at the book in his hand, then turned to the man. He wondered what the book contained. Secrets? Tales of a life once lived? He wiped off the blanket of dust that had settled on the book during the years it lay hidden in the darkness. Underneath the dusty layer, there was a name scrawled in long, fine lines. To his adult eyes, it was obvious that the writing was that of a child, but he could tell from the neatness of the strokes that the child possessed an inert ability. Perhaps ‘Alice'—the name on the book—had been a girl with quite the talent for drawing. He glanced up at the man. “This belonged to Alice?” he asked. Adrian shook his head in reply. He looked weaker. Rhys noticed that perhaps the struggle with death to remain in the world of the living—even as a shadow—was becoming too exhausting. His hair seemed to have become thinner and whiter, and Rhys could see some strands that had fallen off. He stepped closer to the bed. “Would you like me to read these out to y
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Yet she knew he was with her sister and that he loved her. She had caught him several times stealing glances at Veronica when she looked somewhere else, and from the look in his eyes and the way he licked his lips, she could tell what was on his mind. He wanted her sister even when it was obvious that Veronica did not want him. Veronica wanted no one, yet all the men clamoured for her attention. She contented herself with playing them and moving on. The same way she played with Adrian now. Eliana saw this, knew it, and warned him, but he was already in too deep. She had seen the obsession but thought she could remedy it, and when he said, “Let us take a photo together,” she ran to fetch the camera, hoping that he would notice her at least. He never did. At least, not in the way she wanted. Deep down, he had always wanted her sister, and in some way, he did have her. Knocked up with his child, which she had to bear the pains of taking care of. She smiled sadly and returned the p
Sophie:The broken Mistress Mighty Revelations III
Eliana gazed at the boy and smiled softly. In some way, she envied him for the youthful exuberance that came with that age. The gracefulness of his speech and the lust and love that she found in his eyes. She saw innocence there too, if she looked too closely. She had not found innocence in Adrian the first time she met him. Adrian had been too assimilated into the world when she met him. He had gone in too deep, been scarred too deep with wounds he refused to heal from, and when she began to try to love him, nurture him, and help him heal, he bluntly refused her help. Eliana saw nine of those in Rhys. Maybe he was too good to even allow the world to affect him like that. To gentlemanly. She smiled; she liked how she could dream of being young again when she looked into his eyes. Pretend she was running through the halls of this very mansion when she was still a child, carefree, and not bothered about the world. Rhys was the best man for Sophie. Although the two like to deny tha
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Eliana’s eyes turned dark, and he immediately saw that he had made a mistake. She shook her head as though to dispel the thoughts that had begun to rise within her and faced him again. “Veronica, as I said, is like the rest of us. I have done many bad things myself, things I am not proud of. There are worse things than abandoning a child, and I’m sure that if I were in her shoes, I would have done far worse than that.” Eliana continued. “Veronica did not care about pleasing people, but she did care about pleasing me. After all, I was her little sister, and I may have given her no choice. I may have pushed her away.” He has read it now. Perhaps he heard it. The things she would not say. Things she could not bring herself to talk about. Not with him. Not yet. But he did not fully grasp it. It was hard washing a stain off a once white cloth; it never came off completely. “When she got pregnant with Sophie, I...” Her voice cracked, and her face slipped. This was the first time she
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All the things we did not think of My feet were dry against the smooth sand, and it stuck between my toes. I wiggled them out and returned to the forest road. Aunt was sleeping inside, and darkness had fully enveloped the forest. It has been four hours since I saw Uncle in the forest, and since then, nothing has happened. I had sneaked out again—past my aunt’s ‘nit-tight’ security—and now I was at the mouth of the forest, staring at the blackness that covered it. Bypassing my aunt’s security had been quite easy. I knew my aunt well and thought she was sad now; she still followed the routine she had created and slept before the clock ticked eleven. I had waited patiently, and once I saw that sleep had finally succeeded in drawing her into its embrace and her head had stopped its occasional nodding, I stood up and ran into her room. I collected blankets and pillows and made her as comfortable as possible. If she was comfortable, she would not wake up, and if she did not wake up,
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