Sorrow's doings.

Further Memories

A police man exclaimed, to the questioned woman, who once trusted someone with her past. "The evidence is clear, and you are to be killed, there's no reason to gate keep the truth." 

The woman, heartbroken, replied with a tear in her eye. "I do not remember." 

He then asked for answers, to all that she had done.

though she knew her death was certain, she went years back, maybe she could remember what she's guilty of. 

23 years ago, year 1975, in chateau de Lumer, France. 

a faint memory of a.. boy.. no, a man, he was, charming, perhaps I can remember who he was. 

A floral wide area with trees, white flowers, a fountain, and a large white tree, what was the tree called..? "What an extraordinary design, I kept my eye on that ginormous jasmine tree, what a sight for sore eyes." The voice of the man spoke. I felt so.. calm, so happy, I remember that feeling, I no longer can reach that place.

 I whispered. "I never liked the color of that tree." Why was I so grumpy? So full of myself, so ungrateful for the things I have? Then his words. "White's an elegant color, it reminds me of you, your elegance, beauty, and outstanding performances." His words really cut through deep, it made me smile as he caressed his hand lightly on my cheek. 

But why am I taken back here.. this is no reason to be locked up and killed for.

"You know, Delora, maybe some day we could come back here with our children." Delora, that was my name.

 And the man, he was my husband, I recall. "The archduke of cilis, Javier, and his lovely wife of Lumer."

 Javier.. I remember now, let me go a bit more into the future, We had.. I hear a child's giggle. "Dad, that tickles!" we had a child, Rosemary, how could I forget you? "Honey, i told you not to go close to the end of the river, it's dangerous." He was livid, but still tickled her with the feather duster. 

Strange, how did I forget all of this, Maybe I wanted to forget, I recall us having a Dog, Janette, oh how much I loved her, my father got me her as a gift when I grew older. 

My father, Jonathan Arquette, was killed in action in 1970, how heartbroken I was, but that's besides the point, why am i here?  I went too far, a building, a fire, a long bridge. My husband yelled. "I'll go save her." my husband's final words, before he perished into the fire to save our loyal dog, janette. 

None of them came back, I was left with my darling rosemary, who was at the age of 7.

 She watched her father as her disappeared into danger for some stupid dog, poor girl, "I'll protect you.." I thought, but then I laughed.

End of chapter 1