lady's dance [OPEN]

[ARAN CARVER]

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[MIRIAM MELONI]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb= style,background-color: #f1eded; width: 460px; height: 230px; padding-left: 10px, bTable][STYLE=background-color:#f7f3ec; width: 300px; height: 200px; overflow: auto; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; line-height: 10px; text-transform: lowercase;]Miriam had been having a rather strange day. It both seemed like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders as well as another dropped from her stomach. As she had sat in her living room, she had stared at the pile of documents in front of her and felt the finality of it all. It was days like this where life made you wonder. Life had this funny way of doing things you never expected it to. When Miriam had been younger (and more impressionable than she was now) she had fallen head over heels for a boy, someone who had made her every day happy. She had been happily breeding and meeting passerbys in her late teens, enjoying the company of the few people who passed through when a young man had waltzed into her life, taking her completely by storm. Mimi had known almost instantly that she wanted to get to know him better, and his sweet-talking, flower-giving and absolutely gorgeous way of just existing had simply won her heart. Their whirlwind romance had caught her by surprise, and the hopeless romantic sunk into the dream that was being with Declan. When he proposed, she had never believed she could be happier - that their life together had just begun. Boy, had she been wrong. After on a year or so of living beside him, doting upon him and worshipping the ground he walked, she had found herself alone one day, his things gone and no clue as to why. Her life had collapsed around her - the children she had wanted, her perfect dream shattered - and she had been left in a state of depression. And now, nearly a year after his disappearance, their story actually came to a close. She had filed missing person's reports, looked everywhere and begged and pleaded with his answering machine for him to come home, but he had not. She had not seen him, and eventually had taken off her wedding ring, taken off her promise to him and moved on. And it was as she was moving on that he reappeared in her life, storming into it without second thought. He had begged her to come back to him, to love him while he loved other women, and part of her had wanted to. Part of her remembered the sweet whispers, the soft sighs he had illicted from her throat in the throes of passion, remembered their promises made under hushed breath and the vows they made before their family and friends. The other part, the bigger part, remembered her heartache, and the new man who had fit against her perfectly, helped her to forget just by being around her. She shuffled the divorce papers in her hands, before slipping them into a manilla envelope and into her satchel, before heading out intothe world. She'd find Declan soon enough, would give him the pieces of paper that would end their romance for good. For now however, she needed the comfort of her lover. She had walked for nearly three hours since then, and the sun had risen higher in the sky than she had expected it to. She adjusted her satchel as she strolled, and finally heard a very tell-tale swish. Aran was something new for her, something she had not expected. The blind man filled a void she had not known was empty, as well as the spot that Declan had left. She moved towards the swishing and slashing, pressing onward until she saw him move around the clearing. Her smile was small as she leant against a tree, watching him move with intrigue. Rather than throw herself into his movements, she stayed still and merely cleared her throat to let him know she was there. They could talk when he was ready. [/style]

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