Post by Helena Rahal on Mar 16, 2017 0:18:01 GMT -5
I’m burning the memories
Burning the letters that might have redeemed you
You forfeit all rights to my heart
You forfeit the place in our bed
You sleep in your office instead
With only the memories
Of when you were mine
I hope that you burn
Burning the letters that might have redeemed you
You forfeit all rights to my heart
You forfeit the place in our bed
You sleep in your office instead
With only the memories
Of when you were mine
I hope that you burn
For a woman who desired to exert control and the signals of being cool, composed, and in control of the world around her, Helena knew she was anything but those things. Inside of her heart there was an unbridled rage that had been allowed to grow and fester, a host of sorrow that had buried itself too deeply inside her being. For a short time she had been able to channel it all through the focus she had thrown into being the Director of Company, focusing on the work she was supposed to be doing to change the world for the better.
Yet what good was a Director working for a change in society and the world when she could not even change the temper she held or the methods of the ones closest to her. How many lies had she been fed or had chosen to believe because she still held out hope, that her heart might have been mended. It was her friend Alice though who had showed her the truth, she was attempting to let the one who had broken her be the one to fix her, a sure fire method to fail in that aspect.
What was meant to be a home now felt like a ghost town and she had taken to sleeping in her office rather than to share her bed with Felicia. Helena had also realized that she was now attempting to shift her focus into actually being a good parent to her children in the absence of focusing on work. However being a parent and loving on her children was no replacement or tonic for the holes that had been ripped through her heart. Helena only hoped that Tivodar and Ildiko would know how much she loved them even if she was not always adept at showing that care for them.
Today though the ghostly feeling was amplified with the grey-black clouds that had dumped piles of snow through the state, keeping Helena snowed into the house. Sure she might have been able to call upon a teleporter to get to work, but there was no real point in it. Another day full of doing meaningless paperwork, surveying reports that would ultimately lead nowhere as they always did. Rather than have that frustration in the monotony, she decided to not even bother with it if nature herself was feeling an icy chill.
A darker side to the Director wanted to tear at her would be wife, to have the cathartic release of causing Felicia to bleed and suffer. There could not have been any reconciliation from where Helena stood and she could only suffer alone for so long. She longed for some way to make Felicia hurt the way that she had been hurting over the last year, to feel like all the pain and suffering could be accounted for in retribution in some way.
Instead though, she had pulled out an easel and was working on her painting, a skill that she had seriously underdeveloped in her informative years. Helena knew she always been the creative type, but it had been writing and poetry that had been her outlet in her youth. Somehow now thought painting seemed a better choice, even if she was quite miserable at it. She had hundreds to thousands of years to get better at it, with her cells altering their own state of being, reworking themselves and those around them. At first a prolonged life seemed a gift, now it seemed a curse, if sorrow was this heavy even now.