Elsbeth stared down to the peacefully sleeping man. He looked less formidable in his sleep state. With those eyes not staring at her.
She touched her fingers to her lips, laying a gentle pressure on his hand before taking her leave.
She knew this was the last time she would ever see him.
She also knew, she had fallen in love with this man.
Elsbeth closed her eyes, tears escaping onto the flushed cheeks.
She swallowed the threat of more...then took her leave.
Erich awoke, instinctively turning to the warmth he knew would welcome him.
His hands stroked only the cool linen of the bed beside him, however.
He opened his eyes, sitting slowly, groggy from a deep sleep.
The room was dark and cold. The fire almost out in the hearth.
He instinctively knew, something was wrong.
"...Elsbeth?" he called out softly but only quiet echoed back.
The man's sensed kicked in. He threw the covers aside, arising hastily.
Something...was terribly wrong.
Elsbeth stood on the edge of the cliff, looking down to the dark swirl of frigid water below.
The angry sea hit the sides of the rock with vicious abandonment.
The wind was icy, and strong.
She...remembered.
She had even known the exact spot.
Where was Davy?
She looked out over the expanse of the churning sea which stretched to the horizon in each direction.
The sun was a ball of orange blaze creeping up over the horizon.
Where in God's name...could the boy be?
Elsbeth dropped her eyes once again.
He was down there...all alone. All by himself. Davy hated to be alone. It frightened him.
The crashing surf below seemed such an inhospitable place for the boy to be.
Elsbeth allowed the tears for they cleansed a little of her soul.
She crumbled, soul crushing sobs of remorse, guilt and grief escaping her body.
"I am so sorry, Davy! God is my w-witness, I am so sorry!"
An hour later there was no more tears to shed. No more recriminations to be stated. That swirling ocean below, where before, seemed so angry and fearful a thing, seemed such a peaceful, quiet place now.
She could go there and Davy would not be alone anymore.
There was nothing here any longer. Erich was lost to her but Davy...Davy was scared and alone.
But first, she had something she must do...for Davy. For her sanity.
One last thing.
The man's face was a mask of incredulous disbelief. "My God. Are you...r-real?"
Elsbeth looked the man over. She did not know this man. But...it was Sean Gentry's home.
She knew it well.
"I seek...Sean Gentry."
"Elsbeth...it is me." he stood finally, swaying precariously from the drink. Several empty bottles lay strewn about the table and floor.
YOU ARE READING
Forget the Past
RomanceShe finds herself awakening in an unfamiliar room, accompanied by a man she has never seen before. Her past is a complete blank to her. She doesn't even know her own name. Instantly drawn to this volatile, moody male, her instincts is all she ha...
