FELICITY.

Felicity Paige Niamh was her name Pride was her bane Love was her bane Hate her bless Wealth was her temporal meal And poverty Poverty was her sacrosanct deal     She slid the French doors open and walked into the balcony. Placing her hand on the rail, she closed her eyes and breathed in while enjoying the scent around her and looked up. The sky was bruised with clouds like bunches of deep mauve cotton that stretched as wide as the eyes could see. However, not one of them touched the sun.   Their edges brightenedas though someone had taken out a felt pen and drew their outline. Pink and purple seeped into thee spaces between the clouds the sun forked out through every gap it could find. The sight before her was breathtaking and she was happy to be enjoying it. The scene was a beautiful painting that would forever be stored in her memories forever.   Smiling to

  “Pack your bags.”   Six years of not talking to her and this were the first words that came from her father’s mouth. She turned to look him in the eye demanding and answer. They had the same emerald eyes and jet black hair and it would feel like looking into a mirror. The only difference was how Felicity looked like. She was the exact height as her mother when Bruce first met her.   Felicity might have gotten his eyes but they she looked at him reminded him so much of her. Her body also took after her mother. Bruce zoned out and wondered what his daughter would look like when she smiled. His eyes stung. He turned around and began leaving. It was a bad idea seeing his daughter when he had not gotten over her leaving.   “Get to it.”   Felicity really wanted an answer but her father, through his actions made it clear she had no say in the matter. A few minutes after Bruce had left, Becky

 Felicity thought she had heard wrong. There was a certain longing in her father’s voice. She immediately looked at him but she could not read any emotion from his tired looking face. However, his eyes told her that there was pain being them. Her earlier speculation went out the window since the pain could only mean one thing, sleep. Bruce alighted the carriage and waited for Felicity to do the same. Felicity closed her book and followed her father. Once her feet touched the ground she looked around and took the scenery in. The countryside always brightened her days whenever she came. She looked at the sky, held the book tighter to her chest, took a deep breathe and smiled. The air was cleaner here. The trees were livelier. The birds were more energetic a’d everyone always wore a smile on their faces. They always greeted one another. Life here was totally worthwhile. Bruce had a smile on his face while looking at Fel

 Felicity woke up. She was on her bed while Roger lay on the couch. She rubbed her eyes and looked around. Moving her hand, she felt something under her covers. She pulled it out to reveal her mother’s book. Holding it to her chest, she decided to get out of her covers yet something was stirring within her trying to tell her something.She sat on her bed and thought about it a while longer. The pent up emotions from the previous day flowed into her heart at once making her wince. The memories of the past night made her jump. She had seen the man who had rescued her in her dreams. He was the same man who sat by the shore on the rocks. She had confirmed that Roger could see him to but when she asked his name, she couldn’t hear it.Felicity had collapsed right after that. She was on her bed and Roger on the sofa. Both of them had been covered. It was like someone had been watching out for them. She could not help but smile at the thought. At

 Roger had been wondering for a while but could not figure out why he felt uneasy about the figure that had passed him the day before. It felt like it did not belong. He vaguely remembered what had happened that day. When he saw the figure, he found himself on the hallway. His heart was beating so fast from anger. Felicity was gone and something about some family had Bruce and Hailey on edge. The sun constantly sought to touch their skin through the trees. The air was bright with birdsong but she did not seem to be enjoying this. Her eyes looked dead, her body looked cold. Michael looked at her and offered her a blanket to wrap around herself but she did not take it. He called out to her but she did not respond. Her head hang dangerously low for some reason. Stretching out his hand, he attempted to gently tap her when he heard her snoring silently. She was asleep. He had not noticed and had only looked at her when she entered th