Bound By the Heart
“Nothing will ever hurt you, she declared inwardly.
Nothing and no one, regardless of what happens to me or what I must endure.
She walked slowly to her own bedroom and stood at the window for some time, watching the stray couples strolling along the pathways and around the fountain. The night air was cool where it brushed her cheeks, helping to ease some of the burning fatigue. Her fingers were clumsy and leaden as she began pulling the long hairpins out of her curls, letting them fall on the w...indow cushions like discarded petals. She unfastened the clasp of the emerald necklace and let it trickle through her fingers; she removed the gold earrings she wore and the delicate filigreed bracelets. She walked through the bedroom into her dressing room, where she began shedding her clothes.
All of her motions were trancelike and wooden. She did not want to think about anything; she wanted only to look at the water, the towel, the hairbrush and not have to think about anything or anyone. The loose-fitting nightgown sighed against her skin as she turned down the lamp in the dressing room and walked back out to the bedroom.MoreLess
Nothing and no one, regardless of what happens to me or what I must endure.
She walked slowly to her own bedroom and stood at the window for some time, watching the stray couples strolling along the pathways and around the fountain. The night air was cool where it brushed her cheeks, helping to ease some of the burning fatigue. Her fingers were clumsy and leaden as she began pulling the long hairpins out of her curls, letting them fall on the w...indow cushions like discarded petals. She unfastened the clasp of the emerald necklace and let it trickle through her fingers; she removed the gold earrings she wore and the delicate filigreed bracelets. She walked through the bedroom into her dressing room, where she began shedding her clothes.
All of her motions were trancelike and wooden. She did not want to think about anything; she wanted only to look at the water, the towel, the hairbrush and not have to think about anything or anyone. The loose-fitting nightgown sighed against her skin as she turned down the lamp in the dressing room and walked back out to the bedroom.MoreLess
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