I was a walking dead for months. I couldn't sleep and eat. I can just stare at the window for hours without moving. The next day, my mom went to France upon hearing my state and that's the first time I cried for my unborn child. That when I started mourning. My mom stayed with me all the time, making sure that I will eat and sleep.
When I woke up, she feed and told me I know everything is hard right now Elizabeth but don't let ruin yourself. The baby is in God's hands right now.
I cried and I repeatedly said that 'it's my fault'.
"My dear Elizabeth, God will never allow any problems more than your capability. Yes, it's hurt and hard. Always know that your family loves you. Have a vacation to England for a month, dear."
When mother left, I looked at the mirror and was repulsed by what I see. I can't recognize myself. I was thin, pale and dead eyes.
All I can think is to run.
Run away from France.
Run away from Mary.
Run away from Francis.
Run away from my loss.
Run away from everything.
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Letters To My Betrothed
Historical FictionHistorical Series #2 ------- Elizabeth Tudor is the second daughter of King Henry VIII of England with his second wife, Anne Boleyn. At the age of 8, she was betrothed to Prince Francis of France. She never forgets how beautiful his smile when he...
