I
need to tell him soon!
Amor Looked at Ozward and then sat
on the end of the bed.
“Ozward,
why is it, that… I have no one to talk to… that understands me? Just need
someone that can give me some direction, some clarity. Why is it I only have
you… I know… I know you listen Ozzy?” Amor wept.
Ozward look at her with one eye
brow raised, his big dark brown love full eyes filled her with warmth. She
smiled, wiped her eyes, stood up and walked towards the mirror.
“Yes
you are right, as always Ozward, I do need to tell him the truth. Do you know
something, it’s all gone so far that I am not sure if I even know the truth any
more myself. How would I even know he fully understands me? Yer sure, I know when
I talk to him he is listening. His very
good at that, just like you Ozward.”
She
looked at Ozward through the mirror and then turned to face him again.
“I
know he is listening, but I am looking for him to say something. Give me some
idea of what he is feeling, is it a good thing? Or even if it’s bad, any response
will do and then I have something, I can work with that.”
She
looked back into the mirror.
“I
know you understand me, Ozward. I just know it. What would I do without you?
huh!”
She
flicked her loose hair back round her ear and smiled at herself in the mirror.
“There
is light at the end of this tunnel and every cloud has a silver lining, now
stop feeling sorry for ya self. Tomorrow there is another new day.”
She
then Turned and went to the window, she looked out just in time to see a
shooting star.
“Look
Ozward, how beautiful. I just see a shooting star, a sign perhaps?”
She
smiled; a glow of hope that emulated the star took hold of Amor. She sprang to
life and bounced back over to Ozward. She sat down next to him. Ozward placed
his head underneath her chin, she reached round with her other hand and
caressed just under his chin.
“Oh
Ozward. When did you get so handsome? You are such a loving dog. This is it. I
can feel it; everything is going to be ok, I just know it. Tomorrow I will tell
my son how I feel and the truth about that group that he is so interested in. I
know he will listen, but I will say it in such a way that will demand an
answer. I will tell him the group was just a stunt to gets his father’s
attention. I mean… he’ll understand… right Ozward?”
Ozward
placed his head in to her lap; she continued to pat his head gently.
“He
is a forgiving boy; he’ll forgive me and understand my intent, for sure.”
She
reached over towards the bedside cabinet and picked up a picture of his father.
“I
do love and miss you, I understand now. I know that the boy needs to think for
himself. I was just scared and I just hope this stunt has not ruined our
relationship. I listened to what you said, didn’t I? That’s right. You informed
me that fear is a good teacher. I guess if I created this for him, it would
teach him and get your attention as well… deux oiseaux avec une Pierre .”
She
got under the duvet and tucked her self in, Ozward still laid on the bed.
“Nun
night, Ozward. I love you.”
Still
holding the picture, she kissed the picture of her sons’ father and then placed
the picture next to her on the pillow. She closed her eyes and gently
whispered.
“Thank
you.
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