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| Ralston Marrid | Jan 17 2009, 07:53 PM Post #81 |
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Ralston's handsome owl flew in and sat on the bed, although the box looked big, the contents were much smaller. Inside was a little something for the wedding night. Something black, partially see through and something pleasing to the male eye. Monica, My love, I am disappointed to not have seen you yet, but the time will be soon. I know you'll be beautiful on our wedding day, and here is something for after that. Ralston. Again, like his first gift to her, the letter was written by one of his sons and the gift was picked out by one of his daughter-in-laws. Edited by Ralston Marrid, Jan 17 2009, 07:54 PM.
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| Monica Grant | Jan 17 2009, 07:55 PM Post #82 |
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More news that Monica didn`t really want to know. Now she was even more scared. But probably it was better to know than to live in ignorance. At least now she knew what to do if she wanted to die quickly. But that was the thing... she didn`t want to die. She was afraid of death. "How...? How can I marry a man that is old enough to be my father? He probably will just keep me as his housewife." she spoke silently, tears still glinting in her eyes. "How could I ever... how could I be a proper wife if I hate him already, even though I don`t know him." |
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| Deleted User | Jan 17 2009, 07:58 PM Post #83 |
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Elisabeth kept caressing Monica`s back. She watched the owl fly in and frowned a bit. Ralston again, wasn`t it? Well, at least he was trying to make her like him. Or maybe that was just an act. Either way, he cared at least a bit. And for a Pureblood male, that was a lot. "Daughter... I think... I think you should open the box." she said, trying to make Monica notice it. She wasn`t sure what it was and... she was curious. |
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| Monica Grant | Jan 17 2009, 08:05 PM Post #84 |
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Monica realized that her mother totally ignored her questions, that meant that she got distracted. She looked up to see what it was, and then saw the owl that brought the ring (which still was on her finger, because she was afraid that her father might see that she wasn`t wearing it). Honestly, she didn`t even want to open the box. She wanted to send it back. But that would probably do a lot of damage to Ralston`s ego. And that would mean... she shuddered at the thought of the pendant. Oh dear Merlin, her life was in a hands of a person that didn`t even know her. Letting the owl fly away she pulled the box closer. With a deep sigh she opened it and first noticed the letter. As she read it she could feel her hands shuddering. First of all... why did he have to pretend as if he loved her? And second... the wedding night? Oh no. No. NO. She didn`t want to know what was in the box. And yet she glanced down into the box and then had to tightly close her eyes. "I won`t be able to do this." she whispered, her voice shaking. "I won`t sleep with him. I won`t." she said, repeating it over and over in her head. |
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| Deleted User | Jan 17 2009, 08:10 PM Post #85 |
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Elisabeth watched Monica`s reaction. First of all it surprised her, until she heard her last comment. Oh. The wedding night. Yes, that part was a bit... hard. "Monica..." she said, taking the letter and looking through it. "You must realize that you don`t have a choice." she sighed. "If he will want... if he... well, you will have to please him if he will... require that." That was an awkward conversation with a daughter. Discussing if Ralston could sleep with Monica. Oh Merlin... "You don`t have a choice. And... he`s a man." |
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| Monica Grant | Jan 17 2009, 08:24 PM Post #86 |
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A very thought of that made Monica shake her head. It was probably the worst she had to do when married. She doubted that she could do it. She really did. How could she? This would probably be more like a rape than a wedding night. "I think I feel sick." she said, standing up and walking to the door in her room that lead to the bathroom. There she walked to the sink and let the water pour. Then put her head under the stream, ignoring the fact that cold water soaked her hair. She had to get it out of her head. Just had to. Standing up she felt the water running down her body, but she could barely care about it. She was looking at the reflection of herself in the mirror. What if she looked really ugly? Maybe he wouldn`t marry her then? Although she didn`t look good anyway. She had black circles around her eyes from not getting enough sleep, she was pale white and her hair was wet. Maybe he will just die until their wedding day. And once again she knew that something was missing, something big and something huge. Something what hurt very very much. But this time she couldn`t take it and lock it away. Instead she found herself crying, her legs not being able to hold her up. Holding herself on the sink she sank to the ground. Leaning her head to the wall she wrapped her hands around herself, still crying. Would this ever stop? Could she really get used to the thought of getting married? |
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| Monica Grant | Feb 1 2009, 04:10 AM Post #87 |
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Monica couldn`t even remember when was the last time she got out of the damn bed. The only thing alive, that came into the room, was a house elf, that brought her food. She wouldn`t move. She couldn`t force herself to move. Even her mother gave up, deciding all things without Monica. And frankly... she didn`t care. Not any more. The thought of getting married didn`t matter. It was just something what was going to happen. And anything related to marriage was simply something she HAD to do. Any will she had to fight it wasn`t important anymore. He was dead and nothing even mattered. What did she have left? She brushed her thumb down the picture once again. The picture was crumpled and the face had faded a bit - the result of never letting it out of her hand. Every since she saw the article, something changed in her. She didn`t care about anything at all. Instead she lived in her memories. Monica didn`t care on where her memories were gone for so long. Neither she cared about the fact that she will soon be Mrs. Marrid. If there was nothing to fight for... why should she? And she would be a good wife to Ralston, because she wouldn`t see a point to disagree. Her life lost it`s purpose and she had found herself just a shell of what she used to be. It was easier that way. Her eyes were red, because of the lack of sleep - she didn`t want to go to sleep, because then she`d have to close her eyes and she wouldn`t see his face anymore. And she hated the darkness which covered her, whenever she closed her eyelids. Malius wasn`t there. He`d never be. She didn`t cry anymore. She had no tears to cry. "Why did you leave?" she murmured, probably the hundredth time that day. Just because no one had ever answered her. "How could you ever leave me?" his words were playing over and over in her head. He said he wouldn`t leave her. Then why did he? He couldn`t be dead. And yet she realized that he was. Because other way he`d look for her, right? She`d look for him in this kind of case. "I love you..." she whispered as she sobbed, no tears getting out of her tired eyes. She thought that she was going to die soon from all of the pain that she was feeling. Her memories were fading as well. Monica was trying to erase any thought from her mind. He`d never be there. And that ring... she`d never wear it. So what was the point in it? She was dead actually. It wasn`t her anymore. "How could you...?" he lips murmured and she crouched into a ball. It hurt too much. She then stroked the picture once again. That feeling would never stop, would it? |
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| Deleted User | Feb 1 2009, 11:29 AM Post #88 |
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Elisabeth stopped by the door and sighed. She hadn`t been to check on Monica for way too long. The whole marriage thing was making her tired - she had to run around, ordering things, getting everything in a proper order. And she was the only one taking care of that because no one else wanted to. However, she was ordered to do it, so, she didn`t even think of stepping back. What all this done to her daughter... it hurt her as well. She hated seeing the dead look in her eyes. Monica didn`t even fight anymore. She gave up. And that was worse than fighting, because there was nothing left of her. On the other hand, maybe it was for the better. If she refused to feel, maybe it would be easier to her. Somehow. Still, she pushed the handle down and stepped into the room. "Monica? You awake?" she askd. |
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| Monica Grant | Feb 1 2009, 04:04 PM Post #89 |
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Monica had fallen asleep at last. But she wished she wouldn`t have. She dreamt of Malius, Of the wreckage that his manor was now - it was written in the article. She saw his body, somewhere there in the debris and all night she was trying to dig her way to him, to save him, but she couldn`t. She didn`t have enough strength. And there was a girl. A dark haired girl. Sitting on the grass, looking at the remains of the manor. Monica knew that she knew the girl - but she couldn`t say who it was. And she was so desperate, but she couldn`t, she wasn`t able to save him. After that dream she woke up, her body covered in sweat. She put the picture under the pillow, not being able to look at it anymore. She had lost all of her will to live and nothing at all was important. Now she was sitting on her bed, her hands wrapped around her legs as she was swinging back and forth. Her eyes were darted at the wall in front of her. And when she heard the knock, she ignored it. Was there anything important? |
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| Deleted User | Feb 1 2009, 04:14 PM Post #90 |
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Elisabeth noticed Monica sitting on the bed, and she frowned. A wave of emotions hit her. Pain. Most of all it was pain. She swallowed, silently thanking Merlin that she didn`t feel it that much - there was some sort of a wall between her and her daughter`s empathy. Probably because of the fact that they were mother and daughter. Walking inside she closed the door behind her and walked to the bed. Then sat down on a chair and looked at her daughter. She didn`t seem to notice her. And it hurt her to see Monica like that. It hurt a lot. No matter what she was still her baby. "Monica..." she spoke silently, looking right at her, hoping for any kind of emotion or proof that she was still there. "The wedding is this weekend." she said. |
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| Monica Grant | Feb 1 2009, 04:19 PM Post #91 |
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Monica didn`t even look at her mother. She kept staring at the wall, not even seeing it. He promised her not to leave. He promised. And now he wasn`t there anymore and she had gone away along with him. She wanted to die. Just because there was a small hope, a damn hope that he would be there. At the announcement she just nodded slightly. As if she could change anything. As if she`d bother enough to change anything. She liked it much more to be so absent to everything - at least she had her memories to run to. |
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| Deleted User | Feb 1 2009, 04:37 PM Post #92 |
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Elisabeth hated it. This wasn`t her daughter. She liked her much more when she was crying and arguing and being herself. This wasn`t even a person now. Something happened. It couldn`t be just the wedding that changed her so much. Something worse happened. But what could have? "Monica..." she spoke slowly, wondering how to say it. She wanted to help. In any way she could. "What`s wrong? Something happened and I want to know what. I have to." |
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| Monica Grant | Feb 1 2009, 05:04 PM Post #93 |
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Monica didn`t move. She lost control over her muscles as her mother spoke. Why did she have to speak about it? It hurt enough, and trying to ignore it was better. And she wouldn`t say. Because that would mean that she admitted it. Saying aloud would mean that there was no hope. Not that she had any. But she lied to herself. "It wouldn`t change anything..." she murmured softly. Her voice was hoarse. She didn`t want to think about him. "I`m fine.. and you`ve got what you`ve wanted, I`m not... I`ll be to him what ever he will want me to be." she closed her eyes and clenched her teeth, trying so hard to keep herself together. |
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| Deleted User | Feb 1 2009, 05:13 PM Post #94 |
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Elisabeth sighed. At least she was speaking. And that was a good sign. As good as it could be in this kind of situation. "You`re not fine." she disagreed firmly. "You don`t leave your room anymore, you barely eat or move. You barely even speak. You`re not... a person anymore." she exhaled. "Whatever happened... it wasn`t the wedding. And I need to know what it was, so that I could make it right!" maybe she should have stayed calm, but she couldn`t. There was too much pain. |
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| Monica Grant | Feb 1 2009, 05:23 PM Post #95 |
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Monica turned to look at her mother at last. How could she say it? How could she say that a man who she loved was dead? And that she hadn`t remembered about him until she saw the picture in the newspaper? The same picture which was now lying under the pillow, hidden from her mother`s eyes. "Do you think he cared?" she spoke with a sudden coldness in her voice. She wanted to hurt her mother, just so that she would stop tormenting her with those questions. "Do you think Johnathan cared when you left him?" she asked again, narrowing her eyes. Just please, please leave me alone, she thought to herself. "Or do you think that he had thought about you? No... he loathed you. For what you did to him. You`ve betrayed everything you felt, just because he didn`t want to give you what you wanted." her voice began to tremble as she couldn`t keep it up. "I`m not you mother. I`m not a heartless bitch." she felt a tear rolling down her cheek. No matter what she was talking about, all what she could think about was Malius. The fact that he left her like that. The fact that she couldn`t deal with his death. |
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| Deleted User | Feb 1 2009, 05:31 PM Post #96 |
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As Monica spoke, Elisabeth felt as if she was slapped. How could she?! She was trying to help her and this was what she got? She clenched her teeth hard and stood up, glaring down at her daughter who really didn`t seem to care. "You have no respect." she said angrily. "You know what? I hope you suffer. For whatever it is. Maybe that will teach you to appreciate what you have." she spat out and turning around rushed through the door. Any mention of Johathan was painful. Especially one like this. |
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| Monica Grant | Feb 1 2009, 05:42 PM Post #97 |
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As soon as the door was shut, Monica broke down. Why did she have to do this to her?! She had stopped crying already, but she just had to come in and make her miserable once more. From her sitting position she fell on her side on the bed and pulled her legs as close as possible to her chest. As if that would make her pain disappear. She sobbed, crying once again. She didn`t want to feel, she didn`t want to think, she didn`t want to remember... and yet, she couldn`t, because he was the only pleasant memory she had. No matter how much it hurt. So, she let herself cry, knowing that sooner or later it should get better. It had to. |
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| Ralston Marrid | Feb 2 2009, 11:57 PM Post #98 |
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Ralston knocked on the door before letting himself in. "My dear Monica, what has gotten you so down?" He wasn't really concerned, but he had practiced his emotions before he came. "I have brought you flowers to apologize for what happened the last time we spoke." He told her. |
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| Monica Grant | Feb 3 2009, 12:01 AM Post #99 |
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Monica was sitting again, her hands wrapped around her legs, her knees against her chest. Once again she was sitting, trying not to think, feeling like an empty shell. The pain wouldn`t ease and she didn`t even know what else could she do. She didn`t want anything, that was the problem. When the door opened she didn`t bother to look who came - they would walk out anyway. When she heard the voice though she felt something. Maybe she was nervous. Couldn`t really tell. At his words she slowly brought her eyes to him and then just nodded. Was there something she should have said? |
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| Ralston Marrid | Feb 3 2009, 12:05 AM Post #100 |
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Ralston moved closer to her, handing her the flowers and took her hand with the engagement ring on it and kissed it. He maybe felt bad for her, but he couldn't tell, so he brushed off the feeling. "I am sorry for how I reacted. I am but an old man and I haven't been shown love in many years. Perhaps I went about it the wrong way." He said, smiling to himself inside his head. |
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