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Eliza
Emptiness... the day is coming, I know... and for what purpose have I submitted to this fate? You, my love... do you know that?... Do you remember the days of our childhood?... Do you even care?!...
Her lithe legs begin to shuffle in sleep; a frown appears on her rosebud-like lips ~ "V...Vane?" ~ A soft murmur, then silence. Involuntary jerks send her feet into fits of kicking.
Do you see some light now, Eliza? It is the torch...yes, they are here now. Your men... they bear apologetic grins, but they will carry out orders. Your father's orders, perhaps your own too... your thoughts and feelings are quite alien to me these days. But no matter... I shall soon be free from your grasp. You deathly grip on my heart.
Her breathing quickens, her body tossing and turning restlessly, a flash of panic crossing her ashen face.
My feet drag against this soiled ground, in chains... what greater humiliation could I face?... Are you satisfied, Eliza?... The crowds jeer at me, yet the wounds they inflict on me mean nothing... not the grazes, the contemptuous and vulgar insults... it is you. You spurned me, and that itself deals death to my life.
"No... Vane... I... this..." ~ Trapped by the demons of weariness, she continues to struggle yet remains tightly held. Cursing the forces withholding her from escape, beads of perspiration emerge from her temples, rolling down her drawn cheeks.
All I wanted was to be with you, Eliza. My conscience is clear, despite your wounding accusations... I close my eyes... goodbye... uuggh!!!
This time, the sheer horror of reality wrenches her from the tenacious clenches of slumber ~ "NOOO!!!!" ~ Her eyelids flutter open, her eyes dilating with terror. ~ It can't be... oh, please... ~ The sense of foreboding pervading every figre of her overwrought body, she stares into space in daze, suddenly shivering uncontrollably.
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