All expectations make her heart feel numb
In truth, Mabel didn’t know how to take it. There could’ve been spite and vitriol, hatred and vehemence, for showing her things she’d never be able to have again. There could’ve been gratitude, surprise, shock; the uncertainty weighing in over her shoulders, rounding out past her mind. Of mistakes and tragedies sorely granted and given.
But not now. She could reflect upon everything else later.
Her siblings hands clasped into her own and she could feel the warmth of their delight, laughter, merriment, as if it might’ve echoed down the halls of their now empty, hollowed out farmhouse. She didn’t stop the tears rolling down her face because it would’ve meant letting go of them (again), and maybe they could glide together, round and round in a circle of glee and exhilaration they barely had on this plain, on this earth. Even Evelyn, against her back, pulled together in united souls, loomed large and encompassing.
And it told her the many things she wanted to hear. That her methods wouldn’t be in vain.
That everything would be okay.
“Thank you,” she whispered into the sanction, with her head bowed and no pride left in her body.
But not now. She could reflect upon everything else later.
Her siblings hands clasped into her own and she could feel the warmth of their delight, laughter, merriment, as if it might’ve echoed down the halls of their now empty, hollowed out farmhouse. She didn’t stop the tears rolling down her face because it would’ve meant letting go of them (again), and maybe they could glide together, round and round in a circle of glee and exhilaration they barely had on this plain, on this earth. Even Evelyn, against her back, pulled together in united souls, loomed large and encompassing.
And it told her the many things she wanted to hear. That her methods wouldn’t be in vain.
That everything would be okay.
“Thank you,” she whispered into the sanction, with her head bowed and no pride left in her body.
MABEL
