Post by Fyona Richards on Jan 30, 2008 16:41:16 GMT -5
And just like that the fragile temporary world which Fyona had set up for herself was gone and nothing remained except the noisy Great Hall and Shari's sad eyes. Those sad sad eyes.... It made Fyona cringe on the inside knowing that perhaps her eyes looked like that when she looked in the mirror. Only she was so used to seeing them that they ceased to look like that to her. Or it could have been that her mind didn’t want to see what she looked like so she hid it from herself. Either way the tears that were running slowly down Shari's cheek made Fyona squirm on the inside. She never knew what to do or say when people cried. How could you equate their sadness to yours? Fyona hadn't had someone die on her. Someone that she cared deeply for and knew well. Pets did not count and even there Fyona had only one real pet which would be her owl Iradi.
The first years on the other side of her had been replaced by a pair of older girls. They looked too busy gossiping about so-and-so to notice the two second years sitting there confessing to each other. No, they looked too busy being in their own world where such things as dying people did not exist and where darkness of the mind did not exist. They did not wake up with shadows etched on their walls, and the reminiscence of horrible dreams imprinted on their eyelids. These girls talked and talked without even so much as a glance in their direction which was just fine with Fyona. She almost envied them though and their idle lives where all one had to do everyday was put on make up, go to class, and meet up with boys. She almost envied the sunshine feeling that went along with these menial tasks.
She pulled her hand back and toyed with a spoon on the table. "They don't have to grow up without knowing him you know. You knew him... Brighid knew him. Make sure they know him too," she said looking in her friends tear filled eyes. "I understand it won't be the same as if they were able to hear his laugh and hear the sound of his voice in the morning," Or cherish the way walks into the room or the way he dressed, "But it's better than nothing. You can talk to them of all the stories that he told you. You can talk to them of the way he would do things and the way he smiled. Everything. SO even though they can't touch him.... They would still feel him," she tapped her chest. "Right here. They would feel him." She didn't know much about death but she figured that if one knew enough of someone that it would almost seem like that person had been living for them. So for these twins Shari spoke of, it would be like Shane had been there all along. "Be sure to tell them of the wonderful things he did, if any. You want them to know that. Then when they get older and have children they can tell them, 'Your grandfather was a great man, and even though I never met him, he was real enough for me.' Do you see?"
She made sure not to look at Shari, not wanting to see those tear streaks on her face. Not wanted to confront the face of a crying person. Oh how she disliked that so very much. She never knew what to do and she only hoped her words would be a comfort. Death was not her specialty.
The first years on the other side of her had been replaced by a pair of older girls. They looked too busy gossiping about so-and-so to notice the two second years sitting there confessing to each other. No, they looked too busy being in their own world where such things as dying people did not exist and where darkness of the mind did not exist. They did not wake up with shadows etched on their walls, and the reminiscence of horrible dreams imprinted on their eyelids. These girls talked and talked without even so much as a glance in their direction which was just fine with Fyona. She almost envied them though and their idle lives where all one had to do everyday was put on make up, go to class, and meet up with boys. She almost envied the sunshine feeling that went along with these menial tasks.
She pulled her hand back and toyed with a spoon on the table. "They don't have to grow up without knowing him you know. You knew him... Brighid knew him. Make sure they know him too," she said looking in her friends tear filled eyes. "I understand it won't be the same as if they were able to hear his laugh and hear the sound of his voice in the morning," Or cherish the way walks into the room or the way he dressed, "But it's better than nothing. You can talk to them of all the stories that he told you. You can talk to them of the way he would do things and the way he smiled. Everything. SO even though they can't touch him.... They would still feel him," she tapped her chest. "Right here. They would feel him." She didn't know much about death but she figured that if one knew enough of someone that it would almost seem like that person had been living for them. So for these twins Shari spoke of, it would be like Shane had been there all along. "Be sure to tell them of the wonderful things he did, if any. You want them to know that. Then when they get older and have children they can tell them, 'Your grandfather was a great man, and even though I never met him, he was real enough for me.' Do you see?"
She made sure not to look at Shari, not wanting to see those tear streaks on her face. Not wanted to confront the face of a crying person. Oh how she disliked that so very much. She never knew what to do and she only hoped her words would be a comfort. Death was not her specialty.