It?s a hard choice to make (Prologue/?)
Posted: Fri Sep 29, 2006 1:58 am
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Just kidding. Please don?t sue.
It?s a hard choice to make
Prologue
Light blue eyes looked shadowed, tired, sad. They once were full of conviction, life,and energy. She thinks the mirror in front of her is lying, is tricking her. But then she remembers. She IS sad, she is tired, she feels empty. She looks again at the clock besides her bed, it?s 6:40 in the morning and she needs to start getting ready for work. But, what for? she thinks.
She will spend another day in front of a desk full, literally, of papers she needs to read, check and send to be filed. Probably she will have a meeting or two, or three, or six trying to convince a bunch of old men to stop loving their precious guns and missils and adopt peace for once. But, is total peace really possible? She once thinked it was, but today, and many other days before this, she is no longer sure and truly, she doesn?t care anymore.
Now she cares for only one thing, freedom. She needs it, she craves for it, but she knows it would be very difficult to have it. She is Relena Peacecraft, a figure everyone needs to admire, to give them hope, to calm them from the fear of a new devastating war.
She has spend most of the days thinking about freedom. While she?s looking papers, while she?s in meetings and, well, in the only place she can think calmly, the bathroom.She has created an imaginary bubble around her, and when she is in it, she can?t hear, see absolutely nothing but her beautiful world ful of grass, trees, water and freedom, beautiful freedom.
This thoughts have been distracting her from her work, and it is starting to show. She has been arriving late to meetings, even missing a few, she has papers to revise from months before and it has come to everyone?s attention that she is at least 10 pounds thinner, her skin is paler and her eyes are different.
She knows all this, because she forgets to hide it. She just forgets. She doesn?t control it anymore; these thoughts just enter her head and she can?t avoid exploring them, she wants an explanation. Why is she like this? When did all of this started? Who did this to me? When she starts thinking about it, only one name comes to her mind...
6:50...She gets up hurriedly and walks to the bathroom. She?s going to be late again.
Yeah, well, very short, but I have a lot of ideas for this story. It?s my fist one, by the way, I hope it doesn?t show. Anyway, hope you liked it.
Just kidding. Please don?t sue.
It?s a hard choice to make
Prologue
Light blue eyes looked shadowed, tired, sad. They once were full of conviction, life,and energy. She thinks the mirror in front of her is lying, is tricking her. But then she remembers. She IS sad, she is tired, she feels empty. She looks again at the clock besides her bed, it?s 6:40 in the morning and she needs to start getting ready for work. But, what for? she thinks.
She will spend another day in front of a desk full, literally, of papers she needs to read, check and send to be filed. Probably she will have a meeting or two, or three, or six trying to convince a bunch of old men to stop loving their precious guns and missils and adopt peace for once. But, is total peace really possible? She once thinked it was, but today, and many other days before this, she is no longer sure and truly, she doesn?t care anymore.
Now she cares for only one thing, freedom. She needs it, she craves for it, but she knows it would be very difficult to have it. She is Relena Peacecraft, a figure everyone needs to admire, to give them hope, to calm them from the fear of a new devastating war.
She has spend most of the days thinking about freedom. While she?s looking papers, while she?s in meetings and, well, in the only place she can think calmly, the bathroom.She has created an imaginary bubble around her, and when she is in it, she can?t hear, see absolutely nothing but her beautiful world ful of grass, trees, water and freedom, beautiful freedom.
This thoughts have been distracting her from her work, and it is starting to show. She has been arriving late to meetings, even missing a few, she has papers to revise from months before and it has come to everyone?s attention that she is at least 10 pounds thinner, her skin is paler and her eyes are different.
She knows all this, because she forgets to hide it. She just forgets. She doesn?t control it anymore; these thoughts just enter her head and she can?t avoid exploring them, she wants an explanation. Why is she like this? When did all of this started? Who did this to me? When she starts thinking about it, only one name comes to her mind...
6:50...She gets up hurriedly and walks to the bathroom. She?s going to be late again.
Yeah, well, very short, but I have a lot of ideas for this story. It?s my fist one, by the way, I hope it doesn?t show. Anyway, hope you liked it.
