After the door shuts and the footsteps die… I am left alone.
Left to pick up the pieces of my story. So many questions left unanswered. Who
are you? Who were you? Did you always know that I would pick up where you left
off? Did you know that I would be the one to write your story and keep your
legacy alive? Was I predestined? How did you ever manage to love me after I was
the product of such a heinous and brutal crime? Did you not want me near you
because you saw him in my eyes? Was I too much of a reminder of his vicious
attacks. I want to believe that you only wanted to protect me, yet part of me
feels like it was easy for you to get rid of me. Now I too will know what it
feels like to never have known my mother. You thought you were protecting me
but you cheated me of that. Now that I can no longer hear your footsteps I am
left to walk alone, make my way in this world, make some sense of this world. I
am left to sift through your past and my own to truly learn who I am. Yet you
knew that I would… you were confidant that I would take my rightful place in
the DOTR and while I am devastated at your loss. I am strong. I will avenge
your murder. I will carry out your orders. I will continue our mission. I will
not stop until your murderer is found.
After the door shuts and the footsteps die… all that I am
left with is memories… all that I am left with is the sound of your heels
coming down the stairs, a military strut, power in your movement, confidence in
your gaze…
Time is up!
This my loves felt RIGHT!!! It has been too long since my
characters have spoken to me… this feels GOOD. Aché
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