Post by morethanacrush on Feb 8, 2008 17:34:32 GMT -5
Wrote it in an hour. Have fun!
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It wasn’t supposed to be this way.
Pomona sat on the cement benches, charmed to feel like cushion chairs, but look like old cement, and swallowed hard. The white drapes had fallen onto the green grass, slightly covering the beautiful flowers that surrounded the area. Pomona was proud of what she had turned the garden into, and what a better way to start her life with Filius, than to get married in the gardens?
A tear fell from her mascara-ed eye, and landed silently onto her white dress. The dress – she had taken so long to find the perfect one – wasn’t a beautiful dress on the rack. Her friends had almost managed to convince her to not try it on. But what made the dress beautiful was Pomona. It hugged her curves gracefully, the rivers of silk reaching for the ground. Her brown hair was free from twigs for once – it was up in a loose bun, letting a couple curls fall softly down to frame her beautiful, mud and dirt free face. Pomona had worked so hard to make herself look beautiful in society’s eyes, and for what?
Pomona had never felt so alone in her life.
She pulled her knees up to her chin, as she continued to look at the ground. The dirt and grass she saw there had symbolized so much to her before. The dirt, so very fertile, was going to help her grow as woman, as a person, as a wife – maybe even a mother.
Thunder crashed above her, making Pomona jump in her skin. She gave an annoyed sigh when she was reminded of Minerva’s wonderful (at the time) but now agonizing wedding touch. Pomona had been worried it would rain, and even though she loved the rain – it was the water for the earth - she couldn’t very well get married in the rain… especially if she was wearing a white dress.
The only charm they could find in time was an old wedding charm, one that promised to match the mood of the bride. No matter what the normal forecast called for, for a 5 mile radius, nothing but sun, and perfect skies. Of course, now that the bride felt like absolute crap, it was going to rain.
Pomona didn’t want to move. She could slowly feel the rain fall down harder, as her tears fell down at the same speed. What could she do? She was left alone, betrayed, after all the hard work she went through to make this wedding special, different, wonderful, perfect for a woman like her. And how does it end up?
It most definitely was not supposed to be this way.
“Pomona?”
Lightening flashed, as Pomona’s head snapped up. She turned around on the bench, and immediately stopped breathing.
Filius wasn’t wearing his outer robe. She could see through his thin undershirt, and worry for him catching a cold went through her heart. The emotion stopped in its tracks, however, when she remember why he was there. Pomona wiped away her tears with the back of her hand, and sniffed.
“What do you want?” she asked him, her voice clouded with her tears.
“I wanted to…”
“Wanted to what?” she stood up, cutting him off, and walked to stand in front of him, a little ways up the aisle she was supposed to walk down. “Wanted to rub it in my face that you left me at the alter?” she said, bitterly.
“I…I didn’t mean to. I was just… I was just worried that I wasn’t enough for you. That you needed more. I was worried about what our life would be like together when people realized our heights…. And I didn’t want to subject you to that kind of ridicule.” He finished, stepping closer to her.
Thunder crashed, before she opened her mouth. “You ruined our day, our one day to make things final, to shout our love from the top of the castle, because of two inches.” Pomona could feel her throat going raw as she screamed at the top of her lungs at him.
Filius’s deep eyes widened and he took at step back. She, unfortunately, took five steps forward, so she was inches from him. “You don’t ever walk out on me again.” She whispered, her sadness catching his breath and holding it.
“You owe it to me, to stay with me, by my side, and never let me go. I’m a big girl, I can handle my own.” She swallowed, not breaking eye contact. “If you ever walk out on me again… I… “ she shook her head, because she couldn’t imagine it.
“I promise.” Filius grabbed her wrist, and pulled her close enough to him so he could crush his lips on hers, as the rain finally began to let up.
This was how it was supposed to be.
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It wasn’t supposed to be this way.
Pomona sat on the cement benches, charmed to feel like cushion chairs, but look like old cement, and swallowed hard. The white drapes had fallen onto the green grass, slightly covering the beautiful flowers that surrounded the area. Pomona was proud of what she had turned the garden into, and what a better way to start her life with Filius, than to get married in the gardens?
A tear fell from her mascara-ed eye, and landed silently onto her white dress. The dress – she had taken so long to find the perfect one – wasn’t a beautiful dress on the rack. Her friends had almost managed to convince her to not try it on. But what made the dress beautiful was Pomona. It hugged her curves gracefully, the rivers of silk reaching for the ground. Her brown hair was free from twigs for once – it was up in a loose bun, letting a couple curls fall softly down to frame her beautiful, mud and dirt free face. Pomona had worked so hard to make herself look beautiful in society’s eyes, and for what?
Pomona had never felt so alone in her life.
She pulled her knees up to her chin, as she continued to look at the ground. The dirt and grass she saw there had symbolized so much to her before. The dirt, so very fertile, was going to help her grow as woman, as a person, as a wife – maybe even a mother.
Thunder crashed above her, making Pomona jump in her skin. She gave an annoyed sigh when she was reminded of Minerva’s wonderful (at the time) but now agonizing wedding touch. Pomona had been worried it would rain, and even though she loved the rain – it was the water for the earth - she couldn’t very well get married in the rain… especially if she was wearing a white dress.
The only charm they could find in time was an old wedding charm, one that promised to match the mood of the bride. No matter what the normal forecast called for, for a 5 mile radius, nothing but sun, and perfect skies. Of course, now that the bride felt like absolute crap, it was going to rain.
Pomona didn’t want to move. She could slowly feel the rain fall down harder, as her tears fell down at the same speed. What could she do? She was left alone, betrayed, after all the hard work she went through to make this wedding special, different, wonderful, perfect for a woman like her. And how does it end up?
It most definitely was not supposed to be this way.
“Pomona?”
Lightening flashed, as Pomona’s head snapped up. She turned around on the bench, and immediately stopped breathing.
Filius wasn’t wearing his outer robe. She could see through his thin undershirt, and worry for him catching a cold went through her heart. The emotion stopped in its tracks, however, when she remember why he was there. Pomona wiped away her tears with the back of her hand, and sniffed.
“What do you want?” she asked him, her voice clouded with her tears.
“I wanted to…”
“Wanted to what?” she stood up, cutting him off, and walked to stand in front of him, a little ways up the aisle she was supposed to walk down. “Wanted to rub it in my face that you left me at the alter?” she said, bitterly.
“I…I didn’t mean to. I was just… I was just worried that I wasn’t enough for you. That you needed more. I was worried about what our life would be like together when people realized our heights…. And I didn’t want to subject you to that kind of ridicule.” He finished, stepping closer to her.
Thunder crashed, before she opened her mouth. “You ruined our day, our one day to make things final, to shout our love from the top of the castle, because of two inches.” Pomona could feel her throat going raw as she screamed at the top of her lungs at him.
Filius’s deep eyes widened and he took at step back. She, unfortunately, took five steps forward, so she was inches from him. “You don’t ever walk out on me again.” She whispered, her sadness catching his breath and holding it.
“You owe it to me, to stay with me, by my side, and never let me go. I’m a big girl, I can handle my own.” She swallowed, not breaking eye contact. “If you ever walk out on me again… I… “ she shook her head, because she couldn’t imagine it.
“I promise.” Filius grabbed her wrist, and pulled her close enough to him so he could crush his lips on hers, as the rain finally began to let up.
This was how it was supposed to be.
I believe Pomona is more forgiving than I, but I was glad that she yelled at him. 
you make me blush. lol. 
