Ainsley cleared his
throat. "Allow me to apologize for my brother. He's not been himself
since he returned home."
"With all due respect, Your Grace, I suspect he's being exactly himself. He's just simply no longer the person you knew before he left."
...words on paper are not the same as blood on hands.
Shame, when she was younger, had stopped her. Fear, as she grew older, trapped the truth within her.
How many times could a mother's heart break? An infinite number of times. Each time her children were hurt. She'd long ago accepted the pain of it, as well as the stoicism to never let it show. It was a mother's lot in life.
But she'd lost a good deal of her innocence there, because she'd discovered so much she couldn't control.
Life was a strange circle. She tried not to decipher it, but rather to accept it as it came.
Create a fog within a fog.
A pity we cannot pick and choose what we remember.
She'd been a silly girl then, full of childish dreams. Sometimes she missed that young girl.
"With all due respect, Your Grace, I suspect he's being exactly himself. He's just simply no longer the person you knew before he left."
...words on paper are not the same as blood on hands.
Shame, when she was younger, had stopped her. Fear, as she grew older, trapped the truth within her.
How many times could a mother's heart break? An infinite number of times. Each time her children were hurt. She'd long ago accepted the pain of it, as well as the stoicism to never let it show. It was a mother's lot in life.
But she'd lost a good deal of her innocence there, because she'd discovered so much she couldn't control.
Life was a strange circle. She tried not to decipher it, but rather to accept it as it came.
Create a fog within a fog.
A pity we cannot pick and choose what we remember.
She'd been a silly girl then, full of childish dreams. Sometimes she missed that young girl.
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