it. Life didn't seem to go very well it seemed. Owain often caught her sitting in her room most of the time, looking out the window as if she were looking for something. A sign of her brother perhaps. She knew he felt bad for her, and because of that she sensed a feeling of sorts that he had developed for her. She often though that the only reason why he developed any feelings for her may have been because of the pity he felt for her.
Victoria let out a sigh and rested her head in her hand as she sat at her empty desk. She stared out the window, watching the people on the street pass by. The memories she shared with her brother on that street caused her to look away. She didn't have the want to remember them without Tavish there. It didn't seem right to her. Time had changed the market, her home, and even her heart. Time was all she needed to think.
She stood up on the desk and turned toward the large open window. She stepped onto the window-sill and looked down on a river that passed through the city. It seemed strange to her that she hadn't really noticed it before. She passed the thought off as stupid and proceeded to lean over the ledge with her hands firmly on the sides of the window, preventing her fall. The wind seemed to pull her out toward the market street, and the babble of the water seemed to beckon her. She looked down into the rushing waters of the river, and thought of death for the first time. It was then that she heard the door open with a loud creaking. Owain was probably at the door, waiting for her to make a move so he could jump in and rescue her like he did when they met.
"Death. Have you ever wondered what it brings?" She spoke loud enough for him to hear her through the busy sounds of the town below.
"Time has gone on too long for me. A while ago, you told me that it wasn't my fate to die. I've decided I can make my own decisions for myself. And I've decided that I've waited too long for this. Death is my sweet release now. Leave me be," she turned her head to glare at him with her tired eyes. Anything she looked at on the street reminded her of what she once had, and it all made her sick that everyone could be so happy. Life itself she thought was trying to break her apart. She felt her cracked heart begin to stress itself on the cracks, forcing them to become wider and deeper as her emotions ran rampant.
"Victoria, think about what your doing," Owain held his hands out in front of him as if he were trying to convince someone to put down a gun.
"I've already thought about it. The choice is mine!" She cried. Tears rolled down her face. It was something that happened more often than not.
"I have decided my fate," She spoke softly as she turned around to face him. She wanted to see his face one last time before she jumped. Maybe he could join her and her brother wherever they went when they died.
Victoria let out a sigh and rested her head in her hand as she sat at her empty desk. She stared out the window, watching the people on the street pass by. The memories she shared with her brother on that street caused her to look away. She didn't have the want to remember them without Tavish there. It didn't seem right to her. Time had changed the market, her home, and even her heart. Time was all she needed to think.
She stood up on the desk and turned toward the large open window. She stepped onto the window-sill and looked down on a river that passed through the city. It seemed strange to her that she hadn't really noticed it before. She passed the thought off as stupid and proceeded to lean over the ledge with her hands firmly on the sides of the window, preventing her fall. The wind seemed to pull her out toward the market street, and the babble of the water seemed to beckon her. She looked down into the rushing waters of the river, and thought of death for the first time. It was then that she heard the door open with a loud creaking. Owain was probably at the door, waiting for her to make a move so he could jump in and rescue her like he did when they met.
"Death. Have you ever wondered what it brings?" She spoke loud enough for him to hear her through the busy sounds of the town below.
"Time has gone on too long for me. A while ago, you told me that it wasn't my fate to die. I've decided I can make my own decisions for myself. And I've decided that I've waited too long for this. Death is my sweet release now. Leave me be," she turned her head to glare at him with her tired eyes. Anything she looked at on the street reminded her of what she once had, and it all made her sick that everyone could be so happy. Life itself she thought was trying to break her apart. She felt her cracked heart begin to stress itself on the cracks, forcing them to become wider and deeper as her emotions ran rampant.
"Victoria, think about what your doing," Owain held his hands out in front of him as if he were trying to convince someone to put down a gun.
"I've already thought about it. The choice is mine!" She cried. Tears rolled down her face. It was something that happened more often than not.
"I have decided my fate," She spoke softly as she turned around to face him. She wanted to see his face one last time before she jumped. Maybe he could join her and her brother wherever they went when they died.
