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01-30-2013, 07:19 PM
Mauja was clearly uncomfortable when our icy eyes met. So I made sure not to look at them. But they drew me close. Mauja seemed almost puzzled as I told him about me having a child. When he said congratulations I was simply taken aback. It was nothing to be happy about. I had been tricked, my love had been wasted. My love was nothing but garbage to Descaro. My heart yearned for Mauja now. I slowly watch him dip his head towards mine, his elegant head was ride beside mine now, and my eyes flickered for a moment. My heart skipped multiple beats and my breath traveled towards Mauja, grasping for him the way my heart did.
"Foals are wonderful things, Leyra."
Mauja's words made it straight to my ears, and I sighed. He was right. Feeling the pride swell in your heart as you watch your foal grow up. But my foal was born from me and... Descaro. Who used me like a puppet. Waited for me to fall for him and then he left me with a foal. I shiver slightly, wondering why any stallion would do that. But, maybe Mauja wasn't as bad. Maybe he didn't play with mares like Descaro had done to me. Mauja talks again, and my attention focuses on him. He asks why I'm not happy about my daughter. Well, won't this turn out to be a sob story? No, I would keep myself from sobbing. I would keep my straight face and explain to him why I wasn't very pleased with a daughter. "Mauja, it would be hard for you to understand. But I was played. I fell in love with a stallion, and I really loved him. But he left right after I was pregnant. He left me, he had never truly loved me." I lower my head a little more, giving a great and heavy sigh. I was pathetic. Truly pathetic. I hadn't seen what Descaro had been up to, I hadn't seen it coming. I wish to speak again, but I hold the words back.
My eyelids become heavy, and I just wish to rest my head against Mauja's shoulder. Love was toying with me once again. It seemed to have a tendency to do that. I wanted Mauja. He was the center of my thoughts. Mauja, the great king of the Basin. He was loyal to Psyche, or was he? I had no idea. He was racist, did he dislike me because I wasn't? All these thoughts flooded my mind, making my head hurt. I sigh, watching the air from my lungs travel in a little white cloud, vanishing when it neared Mauja. I wait for him to speak. Silence comes between us.
"Foals are wonderful things, Leyra."
Mauja's words made it straight to my ears, and I sighed. He was right. Feeling the pride swell in your heart as you watch your foal grow up. But my foal was born from me and... Descaro. Who used me like a puppet. Waited for me to fall for him and then he left me with a foal. I shiver slightly, wondering why any stallion would do that. But, maybe Mauja wasn't as bad. Maybe he didn't play with mares like Descaro had done to me. Mauja talks again, and my attention focuses on him. He asks why I'm not happy about my daughter. Well, won't this turn out to be a sob story? No, I would keep myself from sobbing. I would keep my straight face and explain to him why I wasn't very pleased with a daughter. "Mauja, it would be hard for you to understand. But I was played. I fell in love with a stallion, and I really loved him. But he left right after I was pregnant. He left me, he had never truly loved me." I lower my head a little more, giving a great and heavy sigh. I was pathetic. Truly pathetic. I hadn't seen what Descaro had been up to, I hadn't seen it coming. I wish to speak again, but I hold the words back.
My eyelids become heavy, and I just wish to rest my head against Mauja's shoulder. Love was toying with me once again. It seemed to have a tendency to do that. I wanted Mauja. He was the center of my thoughts. Mauja, the great king of the Basin. He was loyal to Psyche, or was he? I had no idea. He was racist, did he dislike me because I wasn't? All these thoughts flooded my mind, making my head hurt. I sigh, watching the air from my lungs travel in a little white cloud, vanishing when it neared Mauja. I wait for him to speak. Silence comes between us.
I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much,
And my scars remind us the past is real
I tear my heart open, just to feel
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My weakness is that I care too much,
And my scars remind us the past is real
I tear my heart open, just to feel
