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Whew. You know, I should be writing my anthropology paper instead of typing this. But everyone needs a brain rest, every once in a while, yes? So I'm taking mine now. And probably another one in a few hours. You get the idea. So some quotes. I'm really posting them here for my benefit, to organize, really, but if you want to read, you're more than welcome.
“Stop it, Edmund, just stop it! I heard what Kyla said! I’m nothing but a weakness to you. I-” Edmund interrupted me and gripped my arms just below my shoulders. My face was so close to his, and I chose to study his lips instead of looking in his eyes. “It’s possible, you realize, for a single being to be both someone’s greatest weakness and their greatest strength.” “I-“ My own mouth froze when I looked from his lips, twisted in a pained frown, to his eyes, and where a moment before there had been desperate anger was now a desperate sadness. There was something else in his face, too; something I had been secretly hoping to see ever since I’d met him two years ago. I tried to understand, I thought I understood what he meant, but I was selfish and insecure and needed to hear him tell me. “What do you mean?” Edmund’s face contorted in disbelief. “What do I mean?” He let go of my arms in frustration, but I felt his touch linger there. “Sara, it’s true. You are my greatest weakness. I must do anything I can to protect you, and that in itself is a very dangerous thing.” My heart was pounding at an alarming rate. This I knew was true, but I waited impatiently for what I hoped to hear. What Edmund said next nearly made my heart stop with joy. His hands trembled by his sides. “Sara…I cannot function without you. In that also, you are a weakness. My weakness almost killed Kyla, and she was, and still is, furious with both of us for that. But when you came back; when I saw you were alive and wanted…wanted to be with me, it was then that I could fight with more vigor, more force than I’d ever fought before. You allowed me to win that battle and save our home – you, Sara, stubborn, self-righteous, stupid, innocent, wonderful, beautiful-“ He choked on his words and my hands subconsciously took his. “Sara, I love you. You are my greatest weakness, but somehow, when I’ve lost hope in all else, when I no longer have the desire to fight for the freedom everyone else deserves but I will never have, I can still fight for you. You are my greatest strength, and I love you.”
Sara held the book delicately in her hands, as if she might accidentally grip its smooth surface too hard and shatter it. She traced the engraving on its surface. Edmund. It was so strange finding this book now, when she had just begun to stop missing him so much. A sad smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she opened to the first page. "A Story For Sara" was written in neat, blocky print. About halfway down the page, something that hadn't been there before caused her to start and furrow her brows in consternation. "The Heart is truly happiest when it beats for someone else." Sara froze for a moment, and then began to flip furiously throught the pages, looking for more of the more elegant script. On the last page, she found what she'd been searching for, and silent tears welled in her eyes as she read Edmund's hidden gift to her. "My Heart beats for you."
I know they're in different p.o.v's, but...oh well. I'm imperfect at best. Spontaneity speaking: I love to read! So so much! I finished all three books in the Twilight series recently and it's silly...but I love all those characters dearly. Not REALLY, I mean I'm not crazy, I know they're not real and I'm not going to get into silly arguments about why you should like them, I'm not offended if someone hates the series. They're fictional characters, for Pete's sake! For some reason though, they've climbed into that place in my brain where I will think fondly of them forever, the place where Sherlock Holmes and Harry Potter and Edmund Dantes and Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth Bennett and Scarlett O'Hara and Jean Valjean aslo reside. When I am bored, I will pull out images of Bella and Edward and Jacob, Forks and werewolves and Alice and Emmett, and rerun their stories in my head, and add some of my own. I will also be anxiously awaiting the arrival of Breaking Dawn. Oh, August, how I long for you! (Heh heh...stopping the dramatics...NOW.) I feel better now. Unfortunately, this means I must go finish my anthro paper. Tally-ho, forth-right and such-with! To Infinity and Beyond!
eliseren · Thu Apr 10, 2008 @ 06:35pm · 0 Comments |
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