Post by Rowenna on Jun 15, 2006 16:57:02 GMT -5
The embrace startled Byron. More than startled, it made Byron one of the happiest men in the land at that very moment. He smiled his most joyous look ever, and returned the hug. Byron chuckled in his head and thought of the possibilities. His mind roamed over the thoughts and predictions. An explosion of ecstasy arose in Byron, and he doubted he would ever stop smiling!
But all was shattered by the second thought that came to her mind. Lerris. What was Byron going to do? He knew she would be hurt. Devastated. Disappointed. That last was the worst. She had taught him better than to let emotions take the better of him. But was she any better? He decided to leave that out. But he was still left with the predicament of the Lerris question. Was he just supposed to tell her that he killed her love? That he stole away his breath and was still on the verge of happiness about it? No. That would hurt her worse than anything else Byron could do. He had already inflicted enough pain on her.
He decided to just avoid it. He could think of nothing better. He did not intend to tell her so soon after she regained her life. It would encumber her more than it did Byron.
Byron sighed and smiled. He laughed, and shook her hands and squeezed her once more, longer for more moments like this. He released and kissed her cheek. He was so happy. He quickly forgot her inhibition with their mother/son love, which Byron often took a little too far.
“Rowen! You’re alive! You have no idea how overjoyed I am!” He said and embraced her once more. He was overzealous, and enjoyed it. He looked into her gray eyes and hoped for a smile.
But all was shattered by the second thought that came to her mind. Lerris. What was Byron going to do? He knew she would be hurt. Devastated. Disappointed. That last was the worst. She had taught him better than to let emotions take the better of him. But was she any better? He decided to leave that out. But he was still left with the predicament of the Lerris question. Was he just supposed to tell her that he killed her love? That he stole away his breath and was still on the verge of happiness about it? No. That would hurt her worse than anything else Byron could do. He had already inflicted enough pain on her.
He decided to just avoid it. He could think of nothing better. He did not intend to tell her so soon after she regained her life. It would encumber her more than it did Byron.
Byron sighed and smiled. He laughed, and shook her hands and squeezed her once more, longer for more moments like this. He released and kissed her cheek. He was so happy. He quickly forgot her inhibition with their mother/son love, which Byron often took a little too far.
“Rowen! You’re alive! You have no idea how overjoyed I am!” He said and embraced her once more. He was overzealous, and enjoyed it. He looked into her gray eyes and hoped for a smile.