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Post by Rosalind Dashwood on Oct 4, 2008 14:16:38 GMT -5
Rosalind trudged slowly through the pristine white snow, her long skirts soaking wet at the botton as it dragged along the snow. the graveyard seemed so beautiful, in someways, it was such a tragic, still beauty that it overwhelmed her. it always did. She walked the familiar path to her mothers grave slowly and carefully, making sure she did not fall. She was wearing her black clothes of mourning. She sat down in front of the grave not caring how cold it was, how wet her skirt had become. She just sat there infront of the grave saying nothing.
"I miss you so much,Mum" she said struggling to find the words that suited how she felt, how her heart felt so torn. "I need you here" she said.
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Post by Nardir Daroga the Persian on Oct 6, 2008 15:22:42 GMT -5
He had expected her to be here, she had been through too much not to be here. He knew all about this girl, he had to. She at first seemed perfect for erik, untill he found that her heart had already been taken. But he still felt compelled by her, he could not help but watch her, her fluid movements she almost seemed to float.
he felt her pain so strongly, and she obviously had hid it so well, if he had not known Erik beforehand he would have not detected it at all.
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Post by Rosalind Dashwood on Oct 25, 2008 14:31:35 GMT -5
There was a presence she sensed it, heart hammering inside her chest she refused to turn her head to see who it was, if tey came closer she would try to get away, if they seemed harmful.
"Mum, help me please" she whispered desperatly "Guide me, what should I do"
"Stay here, my sweetie, you will not get hurt"
Rosalind nodded to herself then realised she must look crazy nodding for no reason, slowly she stood up and turned seeing no-one there she relaxed slightly and summoned up the courage to call out.
"Hello? Joseph is that you? Juliette?" she hoped it as one of those two, she felt relaxed around them, not awkward 2If it is, then come out, you're really scaring me!"
To hide her nerves she brushed down her skirts removing some snow that clung onto it, her hands twitched slightly as they touched the cold wet snow, but she acted like she could not feel anything, bravado outside Rosalind was poised and ready to run, even though the voice, her mothers voice told her she was safe here.
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