Post by REMY LUCIANNE CLARK on Jul 6, 2010 13:21:29 GMT -5
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I DREAM OF FALLING
BECAUSE I LONG TO BE CAUGHT
Remy’s mother had never gardened – she had hired other people to do that. And so, Remy had no fond memories with her parents which made flowers special. But then, fond memories of Remy’s parents were few and far between. The pair had been so busy and focused on their careers, that everything had been delegated to some employee or other – even the welfare of their child. Warm fuzzy memories of Remy’s childhood were more frequently of the cleaner or the cook than of her real family. No, Remy’s love of flowers had grown from distance from her parents rather than closeness – the little girl had entertained herself for hours when she had been at home alone by looking at flowers, learning all their names and gathering little bunches to give to her estranged mother is and when the woman ever came home. The little bouquets were always discarded off-handedly, but Remy didn’t mind – she simply wanted her mother to know that she cared enough to make the effort. The idea that Zain had spent time with his mother in the garden was both foreign and heart-warming for Remy. She adored the idea that he had had a cosy family life, rather than the somewhat cold home life which she had experienced. But that his mother had died – it drew an instant pang of pity and sorrow from her warm heart. She hated to think of this wonderful man going through the pain of losing someone close to him, and she could only imagine the pain he must have gone through over her death.
Her rather morbid thoughts remained even as Zain called her very light – most girl would have taken it as a compliment, but Remy was small enough to know that it was nothing more than the truth. As the man lifted her up and wrapped his arms around her once more, she drank in the warmth of him around her – with him she could forget what had brought her here, forget her fear. But even the warmth couldn’t keep her from worrying over her poor teacher, and how saddened he must have been when his mother died. Had she not been content in the older man’s arms, her concern along would have been enough to put her own worries from her mind: she had always put others before herself, in all situations. Tentatively, she entwined her little pale fingers between his larger ones, squeezing his hand gently. “I’m sorry”, she murmured gently – not thinking for a moment that he wouldn’t understand that it was his loss she was sorry for. She wrapped her other hand around his as well, fascinated by how warm his firm hands were against her cold ones – amazed by how small her fingers were compared to his. She sighed gently, leaning back against his chest and feeling totally at home – turning so her cheek rested against him, and peering upwards at him. Affection shone in her eyes. This man had come to a place which must have so many bad memories for her sake. She had never felt so flattered.
[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]Her rather morbid thoughts remained even as Zain called her very light – most girl would have taken it as a compliment, but Remy was small enough to know that it was nothing more than the truth. As the man lifted her up and wrapped his arms around her once more, she drank in the warmth of him around her – with him she could forget what had brought her here, forget her fear. But even the warmth couldn’t keep her from worrying over her poor teacher, and how saddened he must have been when his mother died. Had she not been content in the older man’s arms, her concern along would have been enough to put her own worries from her mind: she had always put others before herself, in all situations. Tentatively, she entwined her little pale fingers between his larger ones, squeezing his hand gently. “I’m sorry”, she murmured gently – not thinking for a moment that he wouldn’t understand that it was his loss she was sorry for. She wrapped her other hand around his as well, fascinated by how warm his firm hands were against her cold ones – amazed by how small her fingers were compared to his. She sighed gently, leaning back against his chest and feeling totally at home – turning so her cheek rested against him, and peering upwards at him. Affection shone in her eyes. This man had come to a place which must have so many bad memories for her sake. She had never felt so flattered.
