A Love story of two runaway slaves introducing THE UNFORGIVEN..a love story (a facebook series) by bishara malena The Unforgiven.. And there they stood, statue like in their essence. She, his last chance. He, her saving grace...you see, they made each other believe again, believe that someone existed...existed that actually understood them,no... not the symptoms of them, but that part of them that lived down deep...so deep it would do none good to attempt to search for it, foolish even. It would have to be offered... not discovered. We...we made it. He whispered with a slow mono-toned voice, squinting his tired eyes as the new sun that gazed down upon them. Yea. She replied with a nervous sigh. We made it. An awkward silence captured them as they gazed out into nothingness... side by side, holding hands, her palm grasping his pinking finger...one of three fingers he had left on that hand. The whites of her eyes were bloodshot red...guess thats where shed cradled all the matters of her heart. He bore an unforgiving scar that stretched from one side of his throat clear across to the other. It was swollen and infected, but he was no stranger to pain at that point. So...what now Tate? Where do we go from here? What do we do? She asked as she turned and uncontrollably scowled at the huge scar on his neck, thinking back to the very night it became a part of him. Tate looking out at the horizon up ahead. We live Tangia. He said without so much as taking his eyes off the horizon in their future. We live. (THE UNFORGIVEN... a love story) by bishara malena Episode #1
Posted on: Tue, 19 Aug 2014 02:17:47 +0000
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