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Post by Anastasia on Mar 2, 2009 15:12:08 GMT -5
Note back in hand, she quickly hid it once again in the folds of her clothes. She nodded at Esmeralda's words.
"The hardest part, I think. The waiting."
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Post by Esmeralda on Mar 2, 2009 15:17:57 GMT -5
Esmeralda sighed.
"It is nice not to be hungry," she mused. "But there is something about it that keeps one from being... restless." She wasn't sure what she meant, exactly. But even poor as she'd been, making her living dancing, he had been free and happy. Now she was fed and warm, but longed for something else.
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Post by Anastasia on Mar 2, 2009 15:35:03 GMT -5
"I think I know what you mean," she said, recalling her travels during the days of her amnesia.
"Sitting here, I think of many things I would rather be doing instead."
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Post by Esmeralda on Mar 2, 2009 15:49:14 GMT -5
There was nothing to do, really, but make conversation. So Esmeralda did so.
"Like what?" she asked. "What would you do?"
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Post by Anastasia on Mar 2, 2009 19:55:33 GMT -5
"Something to keep busy, mostly. To keep myself distracted until it's time for our plan...I know how to sew and to paint, I would do that if I could."
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Post by Esmeralda on Mar 3, 2009 10:50:35 GMT -5
"No, no. I mean... if you could do anything," Esmeralda prompted. "What do you think about doing?"
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Post by Anastasia on Mar 3, 2009 11:01:21 GMT -5
"Oh..." she said, blushing a bit and staring down at her hands.
"If...if I were back in Paris, there is something I would do. Someone who I greatly misjudged and misunderstood. I want to find him, and tell him how sorry I was." She paused, blinking back tears.
"Ask for forgiveness."
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Post by Esmeralda on Mar 3, 2009 11:09:47 GMT -5
A more sensitive soul might have given Anastasia her space. But she'd only aroused Esmeralda's curiosity. And there was blessed little to do.
"Who was he?" she asked in a hushed tone, leaning forward slightly.
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Post by Anastasia on Mar 3, 2009 11:26:55 GMT -5
She gave Esmeralda a sad smile.
"He loved me. My...first love. He was so understanding of my amnesia, and back in those days I could see no flaw in him. But...but when I remembered who I was, I changed, though he didn't. I got too cross with him."
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Post by Esmeralda on Mar 3, 2009 11:42:00 GMT -5
Esmeralda blinked. It seemed terribly complicated. "What's amnesia?" she repeated carefully.
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Post by Anastasia on Mar 3, 2009 11:47:24 GMT -5
"Oh! It's when...when you lose all your memories. You don't even remember your name."
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Post by Esmeralda on Mar 3, 2009 11:55:47 GMT -5
"Oh," Esmeralda said, brow furrowed as she studied Anastasia. "That sounds awful. It must have been very frightening. But you... you were a different person, without your memories?" The idea that one's character could be so altered alarmed her somewhat.
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Post by Anastasia on Mar 3, 2009 12:05:48 GMT -5
"It was. It was also so lonely...who were my friends? Family? Where were they? I didn't remember anything for the longest time."
She bit her lip thoughtfully.
"Maybe I was a little different, but some of it was the same--I still like a lot of the same things."
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Post by Esmeralda on Mar 3, 2009 12:24:23 GMT -5
"But if he was so kind to you... Why weren't you, when you found out who you were?"
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Post by Anastasia on Mar 3, 2009 12:26:53 GMT -5
"I misunderstood him, some of the things he said and did. His...his people are not like anything I've seen before, and I didn't understand their ways. I should have tried so much harder, but I can be very stubborn."
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