Hauntingly Beautiful Girls

"Thankful"

Watching her sleep is nice.

When I used my projection skill, I felt how she is.

The first one. I only ever used projection with Mother and Father.

She is different, it really shows.

I have to confront it. I feared it. Today, I see my worries were justified.

All the training. All the unbreakable obligation rules. My mother did something. Did it on purpose.

If the new head of our noble house had not said 'stop' right away, she never would have said anything every again.

My training. She meant it to be fatal. All that information at that speed.

There would be three consequences.

One, synaptic chaos leading to a system shock death.

Two, soul disassociation and spirit collapse leading to body failure.

Three, a mind trapped in the moving images. A person who would never eat or drink until death.

My mother was trying to kill her. A message to any that might want the house. Be sure of your skills and wisdom. Your husband is deadly.

Lucky. So lucky.

Obligations prevent me from saying anything.

Pulling a handkerchief from my sleeve, I cry. I can cry here. The obligation is to not be seen crying in civilization. I am faced away. I can cry.

I am not able say anything (obligation holds me in an iron grip and make me move and do things I am not able to control).

But I can wish it.

"Please. Please. Please do not die. My strange lady. Please."