Return of a Broken Heart

Twenty One - Something Borrowed, Someone Blue

Ludmila didn't know what to say. She hadn't know what to say for the past few days. It was starting to become a familiar pattern. She'd started to become closer with Violetta, which was a good thing. Sometimes she felt like an outsider in the house. She was living with a family which weren't her own and in a place she couldn't really call home. This feeling would pass though, right? It wasn't like she had anywhere else to go as long as her mother was behind bars.

Everyone had a day off from the Studio today because it was a public holiday. German ate his breakfast later, with everyone, for a change. It was better than him rushing around and constantly checking his watch. Violetta had gone to get sheet music to their new duet so they could perform it to Angie and German and Olga and Ramallo were happily chatting and going about their work.

Violetta came downstairs, sheet music in hand. She bought it to the piano, adjusting the stand and sitting on the stool to adjust the pedals. It was now Ludmila's turn to get her guitar. German smiled at the both of them. They were finally getting along.

Angie had just left to make drinks for everyone.  She walked to the cupboard and found some glasses. Putting them on a tray, she found the juice. Angie listened to the beat of her footsteps as she walked across the kitchen. She was excited to hear the girls sing today. It was nice to see them finally as friends and not enemies.

The door opened and shut behind Angie. Not knowing who or what was there, she carried on running the tap until the glasses were full. Once she'd filled all four, she turned to see Priscila. Angie wanted to scream but she couldn't. She shouldn't. What she did do, however, was call German and the girls.

They immediately came to her side.

"What are you doing here?" Asked Angie, knowing she was by the side of her family.

Priscila didn't seem on her guard, which was unusual. She didn't seem entirely stable.

Stop it Angie. She only wants your sympathy.

"I came to apologise. What I did was wrong and I'm sorry. To all of you. German, Violetta, Angie and my darling Ludmila." She gestured for everyone but her daughter to leave. They let her. She seemed to have different motives for coming this time. Perhaps prison was starting to change her. "I'm sorry, darling!"

She held her daughter in her arms. It was at that moment that she lost all composure. Priscila broke down in her daughter's embrace. "Do you forgive me?"

Can you forgive me?

Ludmila didn't say anything. She just held her mother tighter and nodded 'yes'. That made Priscila happy. Eternally happy and grateful. Just the knowledge that her daughter forgave her was enough.

"I'm not well, Ludmila... I just go away." Then, after hearing those words, Ludmila broke down too.