Post by Vera Elizabeth Foster on Jul 21, 2015 3:18:10 GMT
when the tears come streaming down your face
Although happiness had been restored in the kingdom, she knew it would not last forever. Nothing lasted forever. We wouldn't last forever. She wouldn't live forever. We just lived in time and space, our souls traveling to bodies that didn't truly belong to us. She knew that the joy she had felt for just a moment, a single and minuscule moment, could not last. And it didn't. It never could. She couldn't see Archaic every day, because she wasn't meant to. He could of found somebody else. Somebody better. Somebody who could love him without a doubt, who could protect him, who could be his forever (or as long as he could live). Somebody who could give him an infinity in a number of days.... She couldn't do that. Could she? Is that what he felt with her? She felt it with him... but all she wished for him was happiness... even if it meant that she wouldn't be in the picture. Maybe she would never be in the picture again, or int he one that was written in love. Would she just become... a friend? Not that she wasn't grateful for his presence... that destiny had been so kind as to lead her back to him. What if she found somebody else? What if she moved on? Would she have to? Could she wait for him? But it wasn't like she was dying for love. She had somebody to care for. Somebody who could help her, who could love her, even if it was in more of a motherly way.
The rain drop on her black and pink nose made her squeak softly in surprise, blue eyes glancing upwards to gaze upon the clouds clumping together, a gloomy gray casted over the sky as temperatures dropped gradually. Winds tussled her fur, making a slight whine escape from her before shaking out her fuzzy pelt. She looked to her adopted pup, Priya with some concern. He had grown into a young dog, although he was still relatively small, he was an adult. He was busy looking through the bushes curiously to see if there was a rabbit hole. Something she had taught him to do. She parted her jaws and let out a yip in alertness. "Priya, we need to find shelter. Let's go," She said firmly yet in a motherly tone. He nodded and padded after the young Australian shepherd. The pitter patter of rain began to increase in consistency, thick rain drops falling down to splash against the ground. As the thunder rolled louder, she walked faster. Her tail was held high, eyes darting left and right. Her heart pounded in her ears, adrenaline slowly beginning to course through her.
She needed some place to call home. Someplace to shelter her. Priya was her only family. She had nobody else to call home. Nobody to shelter her from the rain, and from the oncoming snow that would soon begin to fall. The increasing dropping temperatures were dangerous and she could not afford to be stuck outside in the cold, people were bitter in the Winter. She was bitter. She would never change her ways and maybe she would always be a nomad. Maybe she could never have somebody that would hold her near a fireplace as she shivered in the middle of the night, wrapping a blanket around her. But she was only a dog in society's eyes. She couldn't trust anybody to know who she was. That she was a shifter. There were people who sought to destroy her kind, people who weren't as accepting of her as others were. She never revealed her true kind to anybody else, not to anybody who knew her human form, nor knew her canine form. She was two different species yet she was the same. She didn't consider herself a Shifter, because deep down inside that's not who she was. She was two people. She was Vera the human and Vera the dog. There was no in between. There was no middle, no half-line. She had two personalities and it wouldn't change. This was who she was. Who she would always be--- her thoughts were interrupted as she bumped into what felt like a leg of a figure, she didn't know what it was nor who, but no matter she backed away and peered up with her ears back briefly.
The rain drop on her black and pink nose made her squeak softly in surprise, blue eyes glancing upwards to gaze upon the clouds clumping together, a gloomy gray casted over the sky as temperatures dropped gradually. Winds tussled her fur, making a slight whine escape from her before shaking out her fuzzy pelt. She looked to her adopted pup, Priya with some concern. He had grown into a young dog, although he was still relatively small, he was an adult. He was busy looking through the bushes curiously to see if there was a rabbit hole. Something she had taught him to do. She parted her jaws and let out a yip in alertness. "Priya, we need to find shelter. Let's go," She said firmly yet in a motherly tone. He nodded and padded after the young Australian shepherd. The pitter patter of rain began to increase in consistency, thick rain drops falling down to splash against the ground. As the thunder rolled louder, she walked faster. Her tail was held high, eyes darting left and right. Her heart pounded in her ears, adrenaline slowly beginning to course through her.
She needed some place to call home. Someplace to shelter her. Priya was her only family. She had nobody else to call home. Nobody to shelter her from the rain, and from the oncoming snow that would soon begin to fall. The increasing dropping temperatures were dangerous and she could not afford to be stuck outside in the cold, people were bitter in the Winter. She was bitter. She would never change her ways and maybe she would always be a nomad. Maybe she could never have somebody that would hold her near a fireplace as she shivered in the middle of the night, wrapping a blanket around her. But she was only a dog in society's eyes. She couldn't trust anybody to know who she was. That she was a shifter. There were people who sought to destroy her kind, people who weren't as accepting of her as others were. She never revealed her true kind to anybody else, not to anybody who knew her human form, nor knew her canine form. She was two different species yet she was the same. She didn't consider herself a Shifter, because deep down inside that's not who she was. She was two people. She was Vera the human and Vera the dog. There was no in between. There was no middle, no half-line. She had two personalities and it wouldn't change. This was who she was. Who she would always be--- her thoughts were interrupted as she bumped into what felt like a leg of a figure, she didn't know what it was nor who, but no matter she backed away and peered up with her ears back briefly.
when you lose something you can't replace
BY MINNIE OF GS
