Final hope
I knew that as each page was turned, I was bringing the end of the last pieces of Rachel to a close. I wanted to savor every word, of Orual's story. The queen battling with her own form of torment as she had unwittingly cast her loving sister to banishment. She spoke of days turning into a melody a on repeat. How soon would the singer too grow weary of his song?
As each chapter came to a close, my thoughts of Rachel followed. I would see a picture of a couple, or a father with his child. The images would bring up my own, once hopeful, future. I would have to scrub away Rachel's face from the lover next to me; a long and dutiful process.
As each chapter came to a close, my thoughts of Rachel followed. I would see a picture of a couple, or a father with his child. The images would bring up my own, once hopeful, future. I would have to scrub away Rachel's face from the lover next to me; a long and dutiful process.