Thursday, November 20, 2014

Patience

Despite the howling wind’s best effort, Dorian stood firm upon the green grass, looking out over the cliffs to the wild, reckless ocean.  She awaited her love’s return.
Long had he been gone; absent from her life. She clung to him in her heart though, and the belief that he would someday return.
Years she had spent on these cliffs, hoping, praying.
“You asked for it, you know.”
Em’s brusque voice cut through the wind, as though the breeze itself were scared of Dorian’s imposing sister.
“Falling in love with that uncouth sailor.” Em continued. “Now you come up here , so everyone can see you and feel sorry for the poor seaman’s bride.”
Dorian blinked, careful not to let her hostile sibling see the motion. Em wasn’t concerned with her sister’s well-being, she was jealous the younger woman had found love, where Em herself was lonely, and bitter.
It needn’t have been that way. Em was beautiful, passionate, and charming in her own way. But fate had taken her chosen from her at an early age. Instead of accepting what happened and moving on, Em had instead become resentful, and angry. Now she wanted her sister to join her in that misery.
But Dorian held on to love, held on to hope.
“I wish you could see things differently, Em. Life is not against you, and neither is anyone else. If you could just…”
“Bah.” Em waved off Dorian’s reply and departed.

Dorian turned to await her true love.


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