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Post by Shadowstar [LovesMaydayParade] on Jul 24, 2008 21:36:04 GMT -5
Title: A Sacrifice in Love
Author: Shadowstar
Pairing: AmberxXavier, AmberxStephan
Summary: Shattered by the death of her husband, a young woman is forced to remarry a rich man to save the family from serious debt
Editor: ... Myself, as always
Cover:
Author's Notes: I felt like doing a one-shot, and this was an idea that came to mind. Enjoy! It's kinda... well, I don't think it's that great but I had to write something. And I didn't want to ruin Suffocating Sorrow, because I'm tired and I can't make long chapters as well and as detailed when I'm tired.
"I now pronounce you man and wife."
I force myself to give Stephan a radiant smile, to lean forward and kiss him passionately, as if I love him more than my own life. The way marriage is supposed to be. The way it was for me - the first time.
Perhaps I should start from the beginning.
I was only seventeen when I first met him, a man a year younger than me in reality, but with the heart of a gentleman that made me think, upon first encounter, that Xavier was much older than his birth gave him credit for. Many of my friends scorned me for falling in love with a younger man, but his friends all veiwed him as a hero. Neither of us paid our friends any mind, we were too preoccupied with each other to care about their opinion. He proposed only a year after our first date, and I gladly accepted.
Of course, being eighteen, I had my own choice, but my parents were not happy with me. All the same, they promised to do as best as they could with funds toward the wedding. We weren't rich, and he was an orphan, and yet though I regret it now, looking back, I was horribly greedy. I wanted a fairytale wedding, one of those weddings you looked back upon as if it was all a dream. I was demanding on the family funds, and turned a deaf ear against their complaints. We still only got a middle-class wedding, nothing near what we dreamed of, but it left my family horribly in debt.
We didn't pay any mind to my family problems, we were young in love, all we wanted was a home of our own. And we got one, and without my notice nor my husbands, my family were now on the verge of being driven from their home by the tax payers.
A few months after the wedding, we were settled into our home and already into talk about having kids in the future - possibly soon. My family now only had weeks before they were thrown out of their home, the bills were piled over their heads, and yet still I was blind to their situation. That is, until the accident.
Xavier worked as a carpenter for the small town we lived in. That particular day, he had told me of their plans to finish up the new house they were building on the edge of town. We'd had an argument the previous night, so I hardly gave him a sweet goodbye. I would regret that for the rest of my life. I got the call around two or three hours after he left, while I was in the middle of cooking dinner. He had been working in a dangerous area under the crane, and the driver had fallen asleep, causing the machine to drop a massive load of metal beams on my husband. There was no way he could have survived, they assured me. I was devastated, and I blamed myself for his death, though I was nowhere near the site of the accident.
My family were loving enough to comfort me, even though I now recognized what I had done to them. A local, wealthy man was flirting with me at Xaviers funeral - it had been for him the house, now completed, was being built. I knew I had a choice now, to undo the knots I'd tied in my family's life. But it would come with a serious price.
And yet still, even if I felt I was being disloyal to Xavier for the act, I flirted back, made Stephan believe he had a chance with me. And no sooner than a month later, I accepted his proposal.
And today, I stand here, locking my lips with his, breaking my own heart to repair the heart of the family. They were now out of debt, it hadn't taken a second to convince my new husband to pay it off. It felt as if everyone around me was radiating with joy, and yet I was defeated. I had given up my own happiness for everyone elses, a selfless act to cover up the selfishness of my past.
A sacrifice in love.
Author: Shadowstar
Pairing: AmberxXavier, AmberxStephan
Summary: Shattered by the death of her husband, a young woman is forced to remarry a rich man to save the family from serious debt
Editor: ... Myself, as always
Cover:
Author's Notes: I felt like doing a one-shot, and this was an idea that came to mind. Enjoy! It's kinda... well, I don't think it's that great but I had to write something. And I didn't want to ruin Suffocating Sorrow, because I'm tired and I can't make long chapters as well and as detailed when I'm tired.
- A Sacrifice in Love -
"I now pronounce you man and wife."
I force myself to give Stephan a radiant smile, to lean forward and kiss him passionately, as if I love him more than my own life. The way marriage is supposed to be. The way it was for me - the first time.
Perhaps I should start from the beginning.
I was only seventeen when I first met him, a man a year younger than me in reality, but with the heart of a gentleman that made me think, upon first encounter, that Xavier was much older than his birth gave him credit for. Many of my friends scorned me for falling in love with a younger man, but his friends all veiwed him as a hero. Neither of us paid our friends any mind, we were too preoccupied with each other to care about their opinion. He proposed only a year after our first date, and I gladly accepted.
Of course, being eighteen, I had my own choice, but my parents were not happy with me. All the same, they promised to do as best as they could with funds toward the wedding. We weren't rich, and he was an orphan, and yet though I regret it now, looking back, I was horribly greedy. I wanted a fairytale wedding, one of those weddings you looked back upon as if it was all a dream. I was demanding on the family funds, and turned a deaf ear against their complaints. We still only got a middle-class wedding, nothing near what we dreamed of, but it left my family horribly in debt.
We didn't pay any mind to my family problems, we were young in love, all we wanted was a home of our own. And we got one, and without my notice nor my husbands, my family were now on the verge of being driven from their home by the tax payers.
A few months after the wedding, we were settled into our home and already into talk about having kids in the future - possibly soon. My family now only had weeks before they were thrown out of their home, the bills were piled over their heads, and yet still I was blind to their situation. That is, until the accident.
Xavier worked as a carpenter for the small town we lived in. That particular day, he had told me of their plans to finish up the new house they were building on the edge of town. We'd had an argument the previous night, so I hardly gave him a sweet goodbye. I would regret that for the rest of my life. I got the call around two or three hours after he left, while I was in the middle of cooking dinner. He had been working in a dangerous area under the crane, and the driver had fallen asleep, causing the machine to drop a massive load of metal beams on my husband. There was no way he could have survived, they assured me. I was devastated, and I blamed myself for his death, though I was nowhere near the site of the accident.
My family were loving enough to comfort me, even though I now recognized what I had done to them. A local, wealthy man was flirting with me at Xaviers funeral - it had been for him the house, now completed, was being built. I knew I had a choice now, to undo the knots I'd tied in my family's life. But it would come with a serious price.
And yet still, even if I felt I was being disloyal to Xavier for the act, I flirted back, made Stephan believe he had a chance with me. And no sooner than a month later, I accepted his proposal.
And today, I stand here, locking my lips with his, breaking my own heart to repair the heart of the family. They were now out of debt, it hadn't taken a second to convince my new husband to pay it off. It felt as if everyone around me was radiating with joy, and yet I was defeated. I had given up my own happiness for everyone elses, a selfless act to cover up the selfishness of my past.
A sacrifice in love.
