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redifer · 05-04-2011, 07:33 PM

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Originally Posted by steflegan

Violet sat quietly next to Medea, listening carefully to every painful detail of the woman's story. Her eyes closed and she drew in a deep breath when Medea revealed the last, devastating piece of the story. Cringing inwardly, she tried to imagine what the man must have said in return, knowing that it obviously broke Medea's heart and left her in her present state.

"I can only imagine how devastated you must feel right now- I'm so sorry it turned out so badly. And after all the time you waited..." Her thought trailed off into silence as she pondered her words. She pressed her palms together, in prayer-position (though she wasn't praying at the moment) and held them against her lips as she chose her next words. "You said that it took you 15 years to let yourself love again...that's an awful long time to deny yourself the promise of happiness. That boy, 15 years ago, really broke your heart, I see. And this is the same man now, the one who you nearly kissed today?"

"That's...incredibly tragic. It must have taken you a lot of courage to meet him here in the first place after all this time. And he obviously still carries love in his heart for you, by the way he acted today."

She shook her head sadly- why was love always so complicated? She was long past her days of believing in prince charmings on white horses, but she was a staunch believer in love and all its powers- to lift up, to heal, to change, to complete. No matter how many times her heart had been broken, she stubbornly refused to give up the belief that love was out there for her- for anyone who wished for it. It all came down to how much a person wanted to work for it.

She turned her head toward Medea. "What are you going to do?"

Medea shook her head and sniffled. ”No the one 15 years ago was at Hogwarts. Because of that boy I didn’t allow anyone close to me. Allowing people in would only allow them the opportunity to hurt me.” Another labored breath sounded, having to explain all this was irritating. ”I met a man named Mason, and even though I loved him I drove him away. Then I met Noah, I started dating Noah in an attempt to eventually make Mason jealous. Through all this Mason and I tried to remain friends. And then suddenly it seemed Mason and I might be able to work it out, and be back together, that is until…” The water works started again.

There was a long moment where only sniffles and gulped breaths could be heard, ”…. Until I called him Noah.”

The woman who called herself Violet was young, it showed – but she was also honest, genuine and apparently part genius. Medea was always looking for the next move, the next opportunity and she let her heartache get in the way.

She lifted her face and for the first time looked at Violet properly. Medea’s mouth was agape as the considered the question, what are you going to do?

”I….” The dark haired woman looked in the opposite direction to the spot from which Mason apparated from. It hurt badly, she wanted him back. How was she going to do that? And did Noah figure into any of this?

Suddenly she remembered the felix felicis she was brewing. It would be ready in two months time. ”Nothing.” The woman sniffled one more time, dried her face with the crumpled tissue and smiled. ”Not a damn thing.” She would win this one, victory would be hers. ”My dear Violet, you have reminded me just why I have gotten as far in my life as I have.” A sly smile stretched from ear to ear.

05-04-2011, 07:33 PM	#8 (permalink)
redifer Puffskein Join Date: Sep 2009 Location: Ruling Dramamine Posts: 1,724	Eating chili with Sirius Red NinjaRaspberry White Chocolate Mocha Quote: Originally Posted by steflegan* Violet sat quietly next to Medea, listening carefully to every painful detail of the woman's story. Her eyes closed and she drew in a deep breath when Medea revealed the last, devastating piece of the story. Cringing inwardly, she tried to imagine what the man must have said in return, knowing that it obviously broke Medea's heart and left her in her present state. "I can only imagine how devastated you must feel right now- I'm so sorry it turned out so badly. And after all the time you waited..." Her thought trailed off into silence as she pondered her words. She pressed her palms together, in prayer-position (though she wasn't praying at the moment) and held them against her lips as she chose her next words. "You said that it took you 15 years to let yourself love again...that's an awful long time to deny yourself the promise of happiness. That boy, 15 years ago, really broke your heart, I see. And this is the same man now, the one who you nearly kissed today?" "That's...incredibly tragic. It must have taken you a lot of courage to meet him here in the first place after all this time. And he obviously still carries love in his heart for you, by the way he acted today." She shook her head sadly- why was love always so complicated? She was long past her days of believing in prince charmings on white horses, but she was a staunch believer in love and all its powers- to lift up, to heal, to change, to complete. No matter how many times her heart had been broken, she stubbornly refused to give up the belief that love was out there for her- for anyone who wished for it. It all came down to how much a person wanted to work for it. She turned her head toward Medea. "What are you going to do?" Medea shook her head and sniffled. ”No the one 15 years ago was at Hogwarts. Because of that boy I didn’t allow anyone close to me. Allowing people in would only allow them the opportunity to hurt me.” Another labored breath sounded, having to explain all this was irritating. ”I met a man named Mason, and even though I loved him I drove him away. Then I met Noah, I started dating Noah in an attempt to eventually make Mason jealous. Through all this Mason and I tried to remain friends. And then suddenly it seemed Mason and I might be able to work it out, and be back together, that is until…” The water works started again. There was a long moment where only sniffles and gulped breaths could be heard, ”…. Until I called him Noah.” The woman who called herself Violet was young, it showed – but she was also honest, genuine and apparently part genius. Medea was always looking for the next move, the next opportunity and she let her heartache get in the way. She lifted her face and for the first time looked at Violet properly. Medea’s mouth was agape as the considered the question, what are you going to do? ”I….” The dark haired woman looked in the opposite direction to the spot from which Mason apparated from. It hurt badly, she wanted him back. How was she going to do that? And did Noah figure into any of this? Suddenly she remembered the felix felicis she was brewing. It would be ready in two months time. ”Nothing.” The woman sniffled one more time, dried her face with the crumpled tissue and smiled. ”Not a damn thing.” She would win this one, victory would be hers. ”My dear Violet, you have reminded me just why I have gotten as far in my life as I have.” A sly smile stretched from ear to ear. __________________