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Posted: Thu May 19, 2011 1:47 pm
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Posted: Thu May 19, 2011 1:55 pm
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Posted: Thu May 19, 2011 4:16 pm
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Posted: Thu May 19, 2011 4:24 pm
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Posted: Thu May 19, 2011 4:55 pm
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"Who said I'd be suffering? There's no room for me in any life, so why should I linger? It's not fair that I should have to stay in a world that does not love me just for the selfish pleas that my father makes, only so he could run off and forget me once his newest child is born." Milly replied calmly, glad that Larai had left the room long before it escalated to this point. She lifted up the dagger and pointed it at her neck, to where it was barely pricking her artery. "On another note, would you want to remember for the rest of your days that you are alone? Would you want to know, day after day, that no matter what you did it wouldn't matter? That you wouldn't be loved, regardless of how much you tried?" Her eyes gazed over at Daemon's shadow, her tone and expression colder than the coldest frost. After what felt like an eternity of that dagger-like stare, she slowly removed the blade and placed it at her side once more. She picked up the vials with the potions inside, smiling a little now. "If I live, I must forget. If I do not, I must die. Sometimes, I wish that this could start all over - that we could have a seccond chance at what was never had. But then I remember your life now, that merry bride of yours and your child to be. There's no room for me in your life no matter who I am now or if I become in mind and heart the child I used to be, nor will there ever be, and we both know that."
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Posted: Thu May 19, 2011 5:18 pm
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Posted: Thu May 19, 2011 5:27 pm
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{How do you think I fealt writing it? XDD}
"I'm at least sane enough to know that I'm not the most stable spell in the book, if you know what I mean. Just starting over wouldn't do when I have the temper I do now. I'd cause more harm than good." Milly pointed out, raising the vial closer to her lips, yet not drinking of it just yet. "Even if you don't take me in, I'll find a way out or I'll die in here one. It's better this way, if I must live at all. I'll probably get my memories back after I mature, should I survive that long, since the potion's effects - although long lasting - are not permanent. If I've lived a happy life until then, you will have made it up to me, if you insist. If you'd rather not, death is also a pleasant alternative."
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Posted: Thu May 19, 2011 5:38 pm
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Posted: Thu May 19, 2011 5:44 pm
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Posted: Thu May 19, 2011 5:50 pm
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Posted: Thu May 19, 2011 5:55 pm
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Posted: Thu May 19, 2011 6:05 pm
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Posted: Thu May 19, 2011 6:15 pm
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Posted: Thu May 19, 2011 6:29 pm
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Posted: Thu May 19, 2011 6:40 pm
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