06-20-2018, 11:04 PM
[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 530px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"]Hell. Indescribable hell.
The emotional rollercoaster Shay, better known to her friends as Suite, had been on was making her head spin and her heart cry. Just hours ago, her wife had died in childbirth. Every fiber of Shay's being felt like it was being ripped apart bit by bit, piece by piece, until there was absolutely nothing left. She had screamed and begged and prayed to everyone and everything to reverse what had been done, but she was not so lucky. She had held Margy's hand as the warmth parted from her mortal body, and she had placed her forehead against her wife's and felt nothing but cold.
Her wife's dying pulse rang so loudly in her hears that she was sure she would go deaf. Shay still felt that phantom pulse in her own body now. It was the rhythm at which was was living: slowly, slowly, slowly moving about the world and then crashing into a halt. The noise kept her awake at night, and it filed the void Margy had left in their shared bond. Shay sobbed because that was the only thing she could do.
Every chance that Hazel could, she was at Shay's side. Had the young blonde woman been more in control of herself, she would have taken Hazel by the hand and thanked her for her constant support, but it was all Shay could do to keep breathing, to keep living. Though Hazel tried her hardest, Shay had built a terrible wall and shut everything out. Cooper had not made any progress either, so there she sat, alone and utterly broken.
She did remove herself from the room she shared with Margy however. This was mostly during the nighttime hours, for she could not bear to be alone in that room with only the faint smell of carnations, red wine, and rain: her wife's scent. She did not have it in herself to see smiling pictures of Margy. She did not have it in herself to lay in their bed and not feel the presence of her wife. She couldn't. She was broken as is, and staying any longer would destroy anything that remained.
Even so, on the day after her wife's death, she found herself unable to stay in that room. Though it was light outside, the shadows of what had happened were heavy on her, and Shay had to get out. She had kissed her children on the forehead, leaving them in the care of an experienced babysitter, and then she was out of the Observatory. Despite having left the oppressive walls, she still felt like she couldn't breathe, so she kept on walking. In a daze, she walked and walked and then she was running, with tears in her eyes because she couldn't escape it no matter how hard she tried.
She ran until her lungs were screaming and her legs felt weak, and then she kept running. Shay did not stop until she heard the yelling, and her heart seized in her chest because she knew it was Hazel. The blonde girl's eyes widened in horror. She clutched her wife's pendant and she sprinted towards her golden girl. Why did bad things keep happening?
Within moments, Shay was there. She watched as Hazel doubled over, pressing her head to the ground. Concern washed over the Ecliptic Admiral, and for a brief second, she forgot her own demons to focus on Hazel's. She hurried to the trembling girl's side, and her own hands were shaking. "Hazel?" she breathed, voice gentle and calm despite the worry this was causing her. "Haze, talk to me. What happened?" As softly as she could muster, Shay placed a hand on Hazel's. "Hey, hey. Breathe with me, okay? In... out..." She repeated this a few times, hoping the other would follow as it appeared she was having trouble breathing.
Baby blue eyes held reassurance in their depths as she said, [color=#99182C][b]"Hey, look at me. You're okay. You're okay. Just breathe. I promise you, you're okay."
The emotional rollercoaster Shay, better known to her friends as Suite, had been on was making her head spin and her heart cry. Just hours ago, her wife had died in childbirth. Every fiber of Shay's being felt like it was being ripped apart bit by bit, piece by piece, until there was absolutely nothing left. She had screamed and begged and prayed to everyone and everything to reverse what had been done, but she was not so lucky. She had held Margy's hand as the warmth parted from her mortal body, and she had placed her forehead against her wife's and felt nothing but cold.
Her wife's dying pulse rang so loudly in her hears that she was sure she would go deaf. Shay still felt that phantom pulse in her own body now. It was the rhythm at which was was living: slowly, slowly, slowly moving about the world and then crashing into a halt. The noise kept her awake at night, and it filed the void Margy had left in their shared bond. Shay sobbed because that was the only thing she could do.
Every chance that Hazel could, she was at Shay's side. Had the young blonde woman been more in control of herself, she would have taken Hazel by the hand and thanked her for her constant support, but it was all Shay could do to keep breathing, to keep living. Though Hazel tried her hardest, Shay had built a terrible wall and shut everything out. Cooper had not made any progress either, so there she sat, alone and utterly broken.
She did remove herself from the room she shared with Margy however. This was mostly during the nighttime hours, for she could not bear to be alone in that room with only the faint smell of carnations, red wine, and rain: her wife's scent. She did not have it in herself to see smiling pictures of Margy. She did not have it in herself to lay in their bed and not feel the presence of her wife. She couldn't. She was broken as is, and staying any longer would destroy anything that remained.
Even so, on the day after her wife's death, she found herself unable to stay in that room. Though it was light outside, the shadows of what had happened were heavy on her, and Shay had to get out. She had kissed her children on the forehead, leaving them in the care of an experienced babysitter, and then she was out of the Observatory. Despite having left the oppressive walls, she still felt like she couldn't breathe, so she kept on walking. In a daze, she walked and walked and then she was running, with tears in her eyes because she couldn't escape it no matter how hard she tried.
She ran until her lungs were screaming and her legs felt weak, and then she kept running. Shay did not stop until she heard the yelling, and her heart seized in her chest because she knew it was Hazel. The blonde girl's eyes widened in horror. She clutched her wife's pendant and she sprinted towards her golden girl. Why did bad things keep happening?
Within moments, Shay was there. She watched as Hazel doubled over, pressing her head to the ground. Concern washed over the Ecliptic Admiral, and for a brief second, she forgot her own demons to focus on Hazel's. She hurried to the trembling girl's side, and her own hands were shaking. "Hazel?" she breathed, voice gentle and calm despite the worry this was causing her. "Haze, talk to me. What happened?" As softly as she could muster, Shay placed a hand on Hazel's. "Hey, hey. Breathe with me, okay? In... out..." She repeated this a few times, hoping the other would follow as it appeared she was having trouble breathing.
Baby blue eyes held reassurance in their depths as she said, [color=#99182C][b]"Hey, look at me. You're okay. You're okay. Just breathe. I promise you, you're okay."
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[glow=black,10,100]GOT MY DEGREE IN THE GUTTER,[/glow]
[glow=black,1,100]MY HEART BROKEN IN THE DORMS OF THE IVY LEAGUE