Falling snow. "Mom... dad...Willa is home" Ben announces loudly. He makes me jump slightly as he is stood so closely behind me. I look out from the window in front of him. It's the last thing that I hear.
Falling snow. My heart slows, her hair bellows out behind her in a wintry gust and her smile meets her eyes, her generous and kind smile that could comfort a weary heart with one offering.
Falling snow. My child's arms wrapped around her neck. It is a sight I didn't know I needed to behold until I saw it. An ache forms in my heart as my mouth falls open slightly, releasing a gentle cry, a sound that has carried from the depths of me, releasing the ache, the sorrow for a mere moment, as my eyes take her in and bring her home to me.
"Willa" I say for the first time in a long time, for saying it had never brought me peace, only sorrow.
The family bustle around me pushing and pulling as they do trying to get their first glimpse of her. They dare to comment on how well she appears, how she looks just as beautiful as when she left...do they fear her choices would have deformed her? Do they think that without the church she is shrivelled, tainted perhaps and less so in some way?!
I feel anger build inside of me. They gaze upon her at the same time as me and yet I should have seen her first. My eyes should have been the first to set upon her, for my eyes look lovingly, contentedly, seeing only beauty, love and my best friend. The same best friend, the same girl I have looked at that same way all my life, and her being denounced from the church, her being gay, it had no bearing on my love for her or the way that I have seen her since then. Willa will never be less so to me, not for any reason. My love does not come with rules, but I did have one new one for her, if she would appease me. Take my hand Willa, hold it, and take me with you, always. I needed more. I needed her to stay with me in in some way, and I knew she wouldn't but I would need more if I was to survive another five.
Falling snow.
I wish I was the falling snow. It landed upon her face, and kissed everywhere it touched...I watched it with a jealousy, that pure falling snow, and wished oh wished it were me.
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Alberta
Romance(Book 1 of 7) *complete* I fell for Alberta Anderson when I was a teenager, she was my childhood best friend. It was a slow and steep descent into an all-encompassing love. To be Allies favourite person in the world, and yet to yearn for more...to d...
