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Lament
Lament
By Holly Rose
Copyright © April 11, 2011, Holly Rose
Disclaimers: Unfortunately, these two characters don’t belong to me. In fact, I suppose they don’t
belong to anyone anymore – they’re both dead, and in more ways than one.
Warnings: Angst.
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She is awakened into a night of pain, anguish, memories, and even more remorseful – living. Her
flesh is pounding and sweat pools between her breasts. She can’t turn her head for fear of seeing that
Gods-forsaken urn with its intricate engravings and the heart of a lost love held within. And as she
struggles for breath, her tears begin fall in earnest.
They do not go unheard, however. The shadow moves closer, away from the corner from which she
resides in every night while the other sleeps. She is known sometimes as an angel, or perhaps her
keeper – but tonight she is just a ghost.
The sobbing woman is hysterical – her cries so loud that her body is wracked with heaving wails. The
shadow hovers, hesitant, then climbs in beside her. An arm is placed around the crying woman’s chest
and the shadow watches as the woman stills and her leaking eyes widen to stare blankly at an unseen
corner of the room.
The ghost sighs at the disregarding response and moves closer so that her breath – if she were alive –
is released against the woman’s neck.
You’re so cold, the woman whispers as her fingers begin to trail over the arm.
The woman’s breath catches painfully and the ghost moves to stroke her cheek.
You can. You are so strong and know so much – so much! Give that gift to someone else – like I did.
But I’m already dead, Xena. I died the day you did.
No, no! – And she is sobbing now – You have to go on, you have to.
The ghost is gone, then – as sudden and as sharp as a knife through the heart.
The woman turns and screams into the night, damning the Fates and the Gods and the forty thousand
souls of Higuchi and Calisto and Alti and Joxer and mother, father, Lila, Sara and then Gurkhan and
Caesar and on and on until finally – finally her exhausted mind refuses to abet and her body succumbs
to that place called sleep.