I could feel the heat of the noonday sun as its beams pierced in the car window through the gaps in the leaves of the strong oaks that hugged the road close to their bosoms. A warmth a far cry from the storm last night; and the one this morning.
I'm Not
By: LowFlyer1080
The beads are simple, and yet beautiful, made from red and ivory glass. A reminder of my love. I've been raised Catholic, and yet to feel the way I do, by the more devout preachers of the Bible, my soul shall burn forevermore within the fires of hell. But how can something that feels so right… so pure… be so wrong? Father Harris surely knew about Amanda and me all those years ago. And yet all I ever felt from him was his silent support.
I study the beads, and am reminded of her eyes, her smile, her lips as they crushed against my own. Her body beneath mine as I finally gave in to the feelings that had begun to surface within my soul the moment I met her and the temptation that had built with a raging fury inside me. I can still feel her arms around me, and the feeling of safety and love that I hadn't felt in the years since Amanda…
Despite what may be said by the devout, I cannot help but pray that if it's true; that love is a gift from God, that somehow he helps me find my way back to her. I hold hope, deep in my heart, that she will wait for me, however long it takes. I look up at that moment and see the driver looking at me through his rear view mirror.
"Why?" he asks gently.
Such a simple question. Such a simple answer. How can something be that simple yet be so complicated?
"Because…I love her. She showed me my heart that I had long since thought I'd lost." I responded back evenly before turning my eyes back to the beads. Somewhere in the back of my mind I could almost imagine him judging me. The response he gave made me look up once again.
"If it were up to me Miss Bradley, I'd have no problem at all turning this car around and taking you back to her." He spoke yet again in that gentle voice, "Who are we to judge which love is right and which love is wrong? I pray that love will prevail, despite the impossible odds against it. If it were me, that answer would give me all the reason I would need to say you're free to go. Unfortunately, the system I work for doesn't share my views… and for that, for all it's worth… I'm truly sorry, Miss Bradley."
A single tear escapes, tracing a path down my cheek; my grip on the beads tightens.
"I'm not."
End
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Loving Annabelle. Katherine Brooks does. And I'm glad that she found Erin Kelly and Diane Gaidry to star in this wonderful movie.
A/N – Just got done watching Loving Annabelle once again and I got this idea for this little drabble from the look that the government official gives Simone at the end of the series. If you have not seen Loving Annabelle, I highly HIGHLY recommend you go and see it as soon as possible.