As weeks went by, something changed--or maybe it was like that all along, and only then did it show.
Edward's father was killed in a horse-riding accident, leaving him the King of Vampyria. We were both such young monarchs.
But he seemed to relish the freedom. Only once did he remark to me, "I miss my father, Alisyn. I never would have believed it, but I do. He always acted like he'd given up on me. And now I'll never prove myself to him."
But at all other times, he was just the same as always.
Arguments became more common, and I often went to bed upset. But overall, I woke up happy each morning, excited to spend time with my husband, never doubting that today, everything would be all right. About half the time, I was disappointed.
But there was a storm on the horizon, and I was unwilling to see it. I wanted so much for everyone to be happy that I failed to make the effort to see that my husband was really grieving.
Strange...that is the first time it occurred to me that he might have been grieving. That this storm didn't come out of nowhere.
But then, I have always tried to explain away other's mistakes. I am naive. I'm sure that wasn't the case at all. I'm sure he was always spiteful and jealous and mean. It is time I learned to stop trying to see the good in everyone, because sometimes it's just not there.
Either way, one day, the storm broke. And after that, I rarely felt happy again.
 LadyAlisyn · Mon Jul 27, 2009 @ 01:22am · 0 Comments |
