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Post by Rebecca on Mar 10, 2008 12:50:35 GMT -5
"I daresay the wall can take it," *she said with a weak smile.* "You, on the other hand..."
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Post by Philippe on Mar 10, 2008 12:58:36 GMT -5
"I did not mean that."
*He knelt down in front of the bed and rested his forehead against the edge.*
"I caused this, I killed my child."
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Post by Rebecca on Mar 10, 2008 13:00:53 GMT -5
*Her heart broke for him and she held out her hand towards him.*
"Oh, no, Philippe, no...that's not true. It cannot be true. The doctor said it was all over days ago..."
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Post by Philippe on Mar 10, 2008 13:07:40 GMT -5
*He gripped the bed with one hand, not sure whether to believe her.*
"Why is this happening to us?"
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Post by Rebecca on Mar 10, 2008 13:10:30 GMT -5
*She sighed.*
"It's me, I think. It must be. It must be something, I just don't know what. I didn't--I don't know how to stop it...I couldn't stop it."
*Seeing as he did not take the hand she'd offered, she drew it back and hugged herself, rolling onto her side and curling into a ball, trembling and feeling cold and sick.*
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Post by Philippe on Mar 10, 2008 13:49:52 GMT -5
*Philippe sat on the bed, above the covers and placed a hand on her back. He knew that if it was a cause it could not be him, he had a son after all. Although, perhaps it was the combination of them together, could not form to create a child.*
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Post by Rebecca on Mar 10, 2008 16:07:36 GMT -5
*Becca lay still, silent and unmoving, staring at nothing and only gnawing on her fingernails distractedly, her grief and pain too deep for tears.*
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Post by Philippe on Mar 10, 2008 18:15:40 GMT -5
*Philippe could only wonder whether she could take it again, go through this pain until they could have a child. She was strong but, he did not see the use.*
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Post by Rebecca on Mar 10, 2008 18:18:59 GMT -5
"...I would have loved them...so dearly..." *she whispered in a hoarse voice.*
"Do you think God knows that?"
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Post by Philippe on Mar 10, 2008 18:23:20 GMT -5
*Now was not the time to confront his own confused faith.*
"Yes, I believe he does but we cannot understand him."
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Post by Rebecca on Mar 10, 2008 18:25:19 GMT -5
*She laid her head down on her pillow.*
"We'll find peace, someday...we must believe that. One way or another. If I don't believe in finding that peace, I'll go mad..."
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Post by Philippe on Mar 10, 2008 18:35:59 GMT -5
*Philippe brushed the hair out of her face.*
"You will find peace, but sleep now."
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Post by Rebecca on Mar 10, 2008 18:40:18 GMT -5
"I'm sorry," *she whispered brokenly as she slipped into sleep, her breathing deep and even.*
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Post by Philippe on Mar 11, 2008 1:55:23 GMT -5
*He wanted to say that it did not matter, but it did. He sat with her for a few hours before standing and walking down to his study.*
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Post by Rebecca on Mar 11, 2008 4:38:59 GMT -5
*When Rebecca awoke cold and alone, she nearly yelled for fear she was dead--but the nightmare faded, and reality returned her to her senses, and as she was still too unwell to leave her bed, she sat staring out the window.*
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