I pranced about the room hastily tidying my domain and fixing myself. It would be the first time in days since I would step out of the comfort of my home, ever since arriving at my house a few weeks ago from a trip to ease the burdens upon me.
If I should be truthful, this burden still bothers me, but I went on, not caring, not knowing, not really interested. I discarded this burden quite carelessly, and chose to rather pry myself away from the Elf that was causing it - Taramthir.
I have not had much contact with him lately, being busy as I am - ahem, well, distracting myself from him actually - knowing that I should help him fix that broken piece of him.
But...
Why was I such a coward to run away from him? Have I been feeling well lately? Am I being a foolish individual? I...
No, I ran away from him due to seeing my pain, in him. I did not wish for him to suffer the burden knowing that he cannot return the affections of a Maiden who was twice older than him.
Oh, the woe of all these things! Must I go through this? Yes. Shall I ever get over this pain? No.
So many questions, all shattered into pieces and strewn about like the bits of ash clinging to my fireplace.
I looked over at the last two letters from Taramthir, silently looking at the parchment upon which his hand had once brushed over. I touched the letters, my expression hardening, and grasped them hard, wanting to make these letters disappear, but yet, they had his touch, his words, written on them. Etched on them.
Without warning, I cast the letters into the fire, noticing, for the first time in weeks, my face on the mirror hanging above it.
Stern, cold, hardfaced.
((OOC: Daerundros looking at the flames after she casts the letters into the fire.))
Once I realized what I had done, I started bursting into tears, wanting to restore the letters, but I now knew that I could not bring them back.
I steadied myself, slowly, still gulping for air, but surely. I put on my cold-hearted expression again, and tossed my head the other way, not looking back at the fire.
Not looking back at the burden.
So it must be, that I have to try discarding these memories. Of course, I shall not give up hope, but for now, I shall learn how to distance myself and live without the burden.
