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THE LEGACY - Chapter 5Beau was aware of two overwhelming sensations as he slowly resurfaced to consciousness. The first was a headache that throbbed and pounded relentlessly through his entire skull. The second was the gentle touch of a hand on his forehead. He knew Margrethe's touch immediately. Many times throughout his childhood, Beau had felt the same soothing gesture of healing and it never failed to bring relief, no matter how great his suffering. Until now! The headache was merciless and even the weight of Margrethe's delicate hand on his forehead was too much too bear.
He stirred restlessly, groaned and opened his eyes. Margrethe was staring at him, worry clearly etched on her pretty face. She jumped at his groan.
"Beau! You're awake!! Thank God!!" Mindless of his pain, she threw herself upon him and smothered him in a hug that normally would have warmed his heart and soul. &
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"You forbid me?!" Margrethe stared at her brother in disbelief. "You can't be serious Beau!"
"I've never been more serious in my life!" Beaufort's jaw tightened with determination. His eyes were steely blue. Margrethe realized he was indeed very serious.
She had been nervous about telling her brother about Lucius. Her new neighbor had been a daily visitor. She had awaited each visit with increasing delight. His attentions were respectful but his eyes lit a fire inside her that wouldn't be quenched. Margethe found herself seeking quiet moments in his company, so enchanted was she by his knowledge and experience. His voice was a symphony, carrying her away to exotic places and filling her mind with new visions. Cambridgeshire suddenly seemed so small, so stifling. She found herself longing for new horizons. She found herself
a hospital bird with soot in her lungsshe slept through a car crash
that almost killed her,
through whitewhite walls
where her lover dies
nobody thought she'd make it
but she woke up a few months later
with flowers in her hair
and ash in her airway
trying to remember how to start all over
but forgetting to remember how to live.
fall slipped from her open eyes
and winter crawled in for a long hibernation
to her the clouds looked sick
and pale like they might
let everything inside them out,
but she opened up wide instead,
spilling blood where there was none to be spilled.
her heart slipped down the street
and with unsteady hands
she stitched in a bird and cut off its wings.
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