fate is entangled with the term mistake.
but one should remember ... accidents
may appear purposely or perhaps
happen out of the blue. either way
good and bad will always linger on.
George Weasley x Female Original Character
Goblet of Fire - D...
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Chapter I. I welcome the silence and yet the nightmares still remain
How had it been two years?
A whole entire two years without her?
Indie sat there alone, eyes burning down at it ... Her mothers journal. Hand grazing the cool lather that surrounded the journal, it's own sense of security. Strong and fierce; reliable to protect its deepest secrets. Pressed into the book, she felt the indentation of her mother's name. Celine Monet. Such delicacy, such a gracious name for an angel. Such a sad tragic demise the pure joy.
So much has changed in so little time. From living the dream with her mother in their small cottage. Happy and secure. To roam the earth now dark and gloomy. How so much had changed.
That night still so fresh in her mind. Her unconscious would terrify her unannounced, plaguing her with the reminder of it all. The train of the simplest thought would fade into the fire; eyes on eyes. Lifeless vs. living. The metallic smell of crimson red and the smeared tears disappearing down the sides of her youthful face. Her dreams were never just dreams. The sound of her mothers last words, beautiful girl. It was never to be taken lightly — not believing a single word she once uttered.
As she continued to scan over the obsidian shine of the cover, her mind played trick after trick. Going back and forth on what to do. Should she read it ... could she even read it? Even after months she wasn't sure she could stomach the thought or even see the dried ink of those pasty white pages. Those familiar words. Celine sung as a poet, her words featherlike and spoken in a way that could only have come from the heart.
True and sincere.
"
April 8th, 1977
There morning sun caresses my delicate skin. Flesh bathe in warmth. The willow tree I embrace, my sanctuary; home away from home. Why have I connected so deeply to a place in time, a reminder of old generations before. What is the significance?
The answer is simple — serenity. I have fallen in love with being alone. Enjoying the fresh air, inhaling that sweet cool breeze. Feeling the earth beneath me, running fingertips through the grassy valley or the rough bark of my companion. The weeping leaves, grazing in the sky as if the tears of Mother Nature were upon me. Maybe that is why I enjoyed my time here.
Under the protection of this sacred place I could be free. Breath easier, no pressure, just ... me. It is my comfort place and soon it will be yours little one. I do hope you have interest to read these entries when your older. I want to share my time with you, even before I am blessed to have you in my arms.
