Venus in the Morning
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Category:
Angst › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
643
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Part 2
Sleep had never come easy to her, not even in the early years, before too many mistakes turned all the world to hell and nightmares haunted the hours both waking and sleeping. By all rights, she should be used to these long, lonely hours shared with the night, but she wasn\'t. Twenty eight years hadn\'t filled those sleepless, hollow hours, nor had they eased the irrational, childish fear of the accompanying darkness.
Sabine bit her lips together, frowning as she gazed out the hotel window at the twinkling, rain blurred lights of St. Ellouise. In all the world, only the night itself knew she was afraid of the dark. Thankfully, it would never tell. Like Sabine, the night held its secrets, and they\'d spent the years together in silent conspiracy.
This night in particular seemed longer than most. Vast, suffocating darkness stretched on without end; merciless, unforgiving. Sabine wrapped her arms around herself in an empty attempt at comfort. She didn\'t deserve forgiveness. Not from the night, who had hidden her secrets for so long, and certainly not from the woman she had betrayed.
Deika ... Her lips silently formed the name, unable to voice it. The look on Deika\'s face; the hurt, the shock, the anger, and that horrible, brief moment of bewieldered vulnerability ... It danced behind Sabine\'s eyes, etched like a tattoo on her memory for all time. That expression had hurt her more than the slap, had frightened her more than the gunshot. For in that single, fleeting moment, she had learned that Deika Kanna was not infallible. Deika could be hurt, could be damaged, just like everyone else. And that knowledge shattered the foundations of everything Sabine had come to believe in. Worst of all, it was her fault. The world was falling down around her, and there was no one she could blame but herself.
Suddenly cold, despite the warm night, Sabine moved away from the window and slipped into her bathrobe. Long, blue hair fell listlessly down her back, and turquoise eyes were hooded as she sank to the floor in the middle of the room. What now? What was she supposed to do come the inevitable morning, when this endless night of guilt and lonliness had run its course? A heavy, resigned sigh preceded the answer. In the end, there was only one answer.
Finish what she\'d started, try not to get lost in regrets, and hope for something like forgiveness when it was all over. Not from Deika -- no, never from Deika ... But perhaps, at the very least, from herself. And just maybe, impossibly, from the ever unforgiving night ...
Sabine bit her lips together, frowning as she gazed out the hotel window at the twinkling, rain blurred lights of St. Ellouise. In all the world, only the night itself knew she was afraid of the dark. Thankfully, it would never tell. Like Sabine, the night held its secrets, and they\'d spent the years together in silent conspiracy.
This night in particular seemed longer than most. Vast, suffocating darkness stretched on without end; merciless, unforgiving. Sabine wrapped her arms around herself in an empty attempt at comfort. She didn\'t deserve forgiveness. Not from the night, who had hidden her secrets for so long, and certainly not from the woman she had betrayed.
Deika ... Her lips silently formed the name, unable to voice it. The look on Deika\'s face; the hurt, the shock, the anger, and that horrible, brief moment of bewieldered vulnerability ... It danced behind Sabine\'s eyes, etched like a tattoo on her memory for all time. That expression had hurt her more than the slap, had frightened her more than the gunshot. For in that single, fleeting moment, she had learned that Deika Kanna was not infallible. Deika could be hurt, could be damaged, just like everyone else. And that knowledge shattered the foundations of everything Sabine had come to believe in. Worst of all, it was her fault. The world was falling down around her, and there was no one she could blame but herself.
Suddenly cold, despite the warm night, Sabine moved away from the window and slipped into her bathrobe. Long, blue hair fell listlessly down her back, and turquoise eyes were hooded as she sank to the floor in the middle of the room. What now? What was she supposed to do come the inevitable morning, when this endless night of guilt and lonliness had run its course? A heavy, resigned sigh preceded the answer. In the end, there was only one answer.
Finish what she\'d started, try not to get lost in regrets, and hope for something like forgiveness when it was all over. Not from Deika -- no, never from Deika ... But perhaps, at the very least, from herself. And just maybe, impossibly, from the ever unforgiving night ...